"Oh my God, so many rats!!"
My legs turned to jelly, and I instinctively took a half-step back.
I had been bitten by rats on my toes before, and I had even been surrounded and attacked by a swarm of them.
With these gray, fluffy creatures, I had developed an immense psychological fear.
Seeing so many rats all at once nearly scared me into outright fleeing.
But in the forest, how could a person's legs ever outrun rats, especially when I was a pregnant woman with a big round belly.
In my urgency, I tapped into my survival instincts and scurried up the trunk of a pine tree.
The swarm of rats moved quickly, flooding over like a tide in less than ten seconds.
One after another, the little black rats hopped around the base of the pine tree, speaking human language, "This human climbed up the tree, do they think we rats can't climb trees?"
"She's so pretty, she must taste fresh and juicy."
"Let's figure out a way to bring her down and stew her for meat."
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