Mark hits the mark, but…

Mark took a deep breath, and squeezed the trigger. “Wait, not yet!” Steve tried to warn his big brother a little to late. The dart flew through the air, between the trees, and right into Amilia’s behind.

“Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?!” An almost animalistic grunt echoed throughout the forest.

But she wasn’t down.

“What?! Is the stuff not strong enough or something?” Asked Mark.

“That’s one way of putting it.” Mark stared at Steve after that remark. “I didn’t think there was a Bigfoot, so I just grabbed one of your used darts.”

“Goddammit! I swear, if it gets away because of you! Just come with me.”

Meanwhile, Amilia fled from the Bigfoot hunters.