Hog Wild

chased by a feral pig

Pigs had always seemed so sweet and innocent to me. Then I went camping just outside Amarillo, Texas.

The stars glittered overhead. I got my fill of astral gazing. Just as I had started unzipping my tent I heard some loud grunts behind me.

Turning around I saw a massive pig. Its mane bristled off its dark hairy back. A shiny snout wiggled as the hog sniffed in air.

"Oh shit!"

As soon as I was up running, this swine let out a scream and was on me in moments. As it bit chunks out of me, I passed out.