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The zoo was beautiful, completely contained inside of a building with gorgeous wooden walls and ornate glass frames containing the animals. Most of the animals were native to Australia and Madagascar, except for the lion exhibit—which felt weirdly out of place. I stood close to the glass, looking at the horribly overcrowded exhibit. One of the lions calmly began unlocking the ornate glass doors which served as the entrance to their exhibit.
They stepped out from the cage, turning to face me. Their coat was completely white, glistening beautifully in the artificial light. At the time I had a large lion plush wrapped around my neck resting on my shoulders, like a barbarian’s cloak.
“How much do you bleed?” The lion called out.
“I am unsure.” I responded.
“Well, we shall find out.”
The lion gracefully stood up onto their hind legs, much like a person. A health bar appeared in my vision as the lion jumped into the air, slamming into me with all of their might. I watch as my own body explodes into blood and guys, a death screen overcoming my vision.