A cattle rancher in Texas heard a loud slam in his pasture in the middle of the night, so he got up, put on some clothes, and grabbed his flashlight and a double-barrel shotgun. Once outside, he noticed a spot in the pasture where his cattle weren't going, so he checked in out. The cold rustle of wet leaves and grass from the rain crunched under his feet as the light of his flashlight cut through the night like a hot blade. Once he made it to the area, he noticed it.
A bull, no less than 24 months old, lying dead, a massive wound tearing at its side. Wasn't coyotes, and he's never found wolves, so what killed it? He studied the carcass, the wounds were fresh, meaning whatever just killed his stud, was still out there. "Show yourself!" The rancher yelled out into the forest. A single, high-pitched click responded. Then a loud snap, and a snarl. "I know you're out there!" He called out again. This time, multiple clicks and snarls replied, and then the forest floor was littered with bright, shining green eyes, all closing in.
The rancher panicked, raising his shotgun and firing into the forest. Loud snarls, hisses, and clicks responded, and the animals began to walk out of the darkness slowly. They were long, the rancher estimated them to be around 12 feet long, and 6 feet tall. It had two nasal crests that shined. He has never seen this animal before. Bipedal, long, nocturnal, possibly a pack hunter, the rancher's heart began to beat so fast it felt as if it was skipping a beat. The animal before him snarled, then began to run for the rancher. It leaped onto the paddock fence and then made a low chirping noise, which drew out the others.
The lead animal fell to all fours, its long arms providing extra support as it walked across the fence. Behind him, the rancher saw his perimeter fence, barbed, double-wound chain-link, cracking and creaking, meaning more to come. Then he remembered something his dad told him; "Your enemies are only strong with the body if you are weak in the head." The rancher wielded the shotgun and blasted the animal on the fence, dropping it into his pasture. But the animal just got up. It limped for a second and shook its body, and the rancher could hear the two shells dropping onto the floor.
The animal let out a snarly hiss, and the other animals behind the fence broke it open, lunging for the rancher. He swung the shotgun, smacking the animal away with the end of the gun. "Back, foul creatures of the night! I am not afraid!!" The rancher yelled out. He then saw all the eyes and counted in his head. 42 eyes. 21 animals.
The coos of owls in the distance almost felt as if they were mocking his predicament. A loud snapping noise brought him back, and he saw the lead only three feet from his face. The rancher swung with all of his might, striking the lead, and seeing it crashing down. He couldn't see it, but he felt the cold blood drip to his hand. He made a blunt injury. Suddenly, one of the animals to his left pounced tackling the rancher to the floor and slicing his back open. The rancher let out a yell of agony, as his back became a fighting ground for competing animals.
The rancher barely grabbed his gun, and swung, striking one above him. He momentarily scared them away, through swinging the gun and yelling, and he limped back to his house. He immediately locked the door limped to his phone on the wall, and dialed 9-1-1.
"911, what's your emergency?" The operator asked. "My pasture is being under attack from a weird chupacabra dinosaur pterodactyl, I don't know what the fuck it is, but *coughs heavily and spits blood*, I'm wounded, my cattle are in danger, please hurry!" He explained. The operator sounded taken aback. "Alright, help is on the way, try and stay with me, what can you identify about them?" She asked. "6 feet tall, 12 feet long, they, *coughs* have bullet resistant skin, and there's 21 of them." The rancher explained.
"Are you in need of medical services?" The operator asked. "Yes, my back has been ripped open, I can barely walk or stand." The rancher explained. "Okay, my name is Rosi, I'm gonna stay on the line with you until help arrives, can you tell me your name?" The operator asked. "Henry, Henry Van Janick." The rancher replied. "Alright, Henry, do you have any evidence of these animals besides your wounds?" Rosi asked. "Yes, I have their blood on my shotgun." Henry coughed.
Suddenly, he heard a loud clang on the wall, then the creaking of his window, and finally a loud smash. Broken glass littered the floor and the animals snarled and hissed, trying to get inside. "Henry, what was that?" Rosi asked. "It's them! They're breaking the windows to get inside!" Henry yelled. "Alright, stay calm, help is almost there," Rosi informed. One of the animals broke through the window and pounced. "No! No! No, no! ARGHH!!!" Henry let out a shriveled shriek as a loud snarl, crash, and crunch was heard over the line. Rosi covered her mouth with her hand as she listened to the animal feed.
