Outside a bright lamp of light of sun and clouds light inside. Jordan quietly tiptoed his way through the abandoned factory, searching for a place to hide. Rusty machines sparking electricity like when a fire work explodes , the insides of cables still plugged in, some shards of metal on the ground with glass. To his surprise, he found out he was stuck.

Beside him, the creepy wrinkly old man stood at the door way, A pocket knife in his sweaty palm. Jordan gasped…

…but at that  minute, something rushed towards the light of the doorway, faster than a bullet. Out of the dark, not a single one  but multiple pairs of bright brown eyes appeared, a light of shiny silverish white teeth.

It was gargantuan. Gargantuan it was patterned like a giraffe but as small as a tiger. Jordan realised what he was looking at, a cheetah. It roared . In that moment, the old man had fled the building. Jordan stood paralysed in fear.

The cheetah turned It’s head and laid down as Jordan watched. Licking it’s paws. He could see that he was wounded. A big fresh red cut ran across it’s body. He hadn’t ever seen a cheetah in person. He could smell a stinky, rubbish like scent and watched his pelt of patterned fur ripple across his side.

They looked at each other and Jordan thought he sizing him up, looking deep into his soul. But, his fear went away and he held out his hand. He leaned and took a little sniff at his hand. The he licked his hand with his rough tongue, his eyes opened wider as if it was surprised. He could see kindness but also an ocean of depression.

It was then that he spoke. A deep voice that seemed it was as quiet as the sea at 12:00 at night. It was voice that a  kid would pretend to have to sound intimidating. “I need help right now,”  he slowly said. “we must find the portal.”

Jordan stared back, as if he understood. He realised in that moment that he would do anything to help the creature. Anything ” they will come back,” said the cheetah, “I need to hide.”

2 hours later, Jordan and the cheetah had sneaked through the streets, down to the old warehouse by the abandoned camp sight. No one ever dared to venture there. Rumour had it that the spirits of campers haunted the building but the last summer Jordan made an entry. He often sat there watching the lake and he would fish there. The cheetah laid down in a dark corner. Jordan guarded.