The echo of the shot echoes through the ward. It is a small hospital and no one forgets what a revolver with electric bullets sounds like: it sounds like a huge cat, a purr as the projectile leaves the room, turning into a slow, hoarse snort as it travels with the promise of certain death; the weapon is of considerable caliber, probably designed to eliminate game animals from the surrounding area, mutated beings with above average intelligence and natural armor (the product of careful genetic selection) were smart and that is the reason for the existence of this hospital, designed to deal with the wounds of novice hunters and those for whom beer overcame their conscience when it came to making decisions, but this bullet was not for the "tough" (a mixture of raptors and armadilloes) or the "rats" (agile beings with venomous claws and curved teeth) but for the most assiduous visitor to the reserve and it came from the only caretaker who had not fled with his family at the beginning of the crisis.

It was a round business, all those obsessed with difficult prey and adrenaline rushes could give free rein to their needs, the weapons were highly lethal, but the cultivated beings were very fast, agile and intelligent, it never surprised the geneticists their ability to use rudimentary tools and set traps made of holes in the ground or of spikes covered with ferns; The director of the park loved these animals, the profits were enormous, partly because of the sums charged per day for each visit and partly because he also received large amounts from the life insurance paid by his visitors and the fact that he did not have to produce as many animals as one might think. The reason was simple, upon receiving an impact from the hunting guns they send enough current to burn a couple of electrical installations of a conventional house, but the beings absorbed the impact and fell to the ground without a pulse or anything, the heroes took a picture with them (there were those who never hunted one and for them there were dry skulls with which they took consolation pictures and left with the firm determination to make amends) and two hours after their departure, the animal stood up as if nothing and went on its way.... and if some sadist wanted a piece to eat or for a trophy, they would take the animal aside and by cellular growth they would prepare and deliver a piece of juicy and soft meat to the victorious human capable of defeating the magical animals of the reserve.

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