*You decided to take some time away from school, and everything else that has been burdening you in favor of doing some soul searching alone, in the middle of nowhere. In other words, the midwestern United States. You reach Ohio, and take up a hiking trip through an Appalachia trail. After ages of not hearing much else but nature, you stop, only to notice a loud sound, much like rocks hitting one-another.

When you go to investigate, you find .... some lady, chomping down on what looks like a slab of siltstone.*

"GAR. RRRRRGHHHH...." (chomp chomp)

"WHY WON'T YOU STAY DOWN?!?! I. NEED. MY. DINNER!" (ram slab into ground twice)

*The rock, seemingly VERY worn after an ungodly amount of this, snaps in half, and the lady accidentally tosses the half which was in her mandible across, nearly hitting you. It seems there is a fossilized shark with a prominent bite mark in it. This on its own is a very exceptional circumstance considering how hard it is for a shark to actually fossilize, but your attention is quickly taken away.

The lady stands, reaching an impressive 6.6 feet tall, and begins to chomp menacingly.*

"The meat is mine, flesh."