You were a deer hunter in the Appalachian mountain range, hunting for yourself. You were a lone hermit, living off of the land with no technology. The only piece of modern technology was your hunting rifle, chambered in .300 Blackout. You bought it off of your friend from the inner city, which was around 50 miles from where you lived. You walked out of your cabin, the fog engulfing the area below the mountain. You scaled down the mountain when you saw a peculiar creature. It had a strange, purple coat of fur and was feasting on something. You aimed onto it and put your finger on this trigger, ready to fire. But quietly lower your rifle as the creature stands on its hind legs, and screeches like an elk. It was about 50 yards away from you. But the screech sounded distant. You took the chance and fired into its chest. You made an attempt at shooting its lungs, but you shot its breast instead.