Rainforest Hustle
Jim curled behind a rock, clutching his makeshift weapon close to his chest. He could here the weird monkey-thing scuffling around, looking specifically for him. This sucked, it really sucked.
Peaking out from his covering, he nearly jumped a bit upon the discovery that the angry primate was less than a meter away from him. Its back was facing his rock. Perfect.
Clutching one end of the vine, Jim stood and quickly chucked the rock attached to it. He threw it from the side, allowing the rock to catch around the creature's leg. Before the beast could fully comprehend what was happening, Jim gave the vine a strong tug. With a smirk, he watched as the monkey fell to the ground with a cry. His victory didn't last as long as he'd hoped, for the animal immediately locked eyes with his and let out an almighty shriek of rage. Jim winced and fought the urge to put his hands over his ears. Instead, he tried to get hold of another good sized rock or stick or something he could hold. There was always the knife he carried around in his boot, but it wouldn't do him any good unless the thing was literally on top of him. He needed a range attack, not hand-to-hand. Judging by the claws, it would rip him apart before his hand reached the knife's hilt.
He cursed under his breath, not finding anything that could be of use. There was only one thing he could do: run. With the monkey still shrieking behind him, Jim spun on his heel and ran like hell. Glancing over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of orange. Shit, the thing was still following him. Why couldn't it pick on something else?
The forest floor suddenly became best friends with his face. Crap, how'd he miss the root clearly sticking up out of the ground? Spitting some dirt out of his mouth, he tried to stand and run again. However, something heavy landed on his back, pushing his face back into the dirt. Instincts kicked in from there.
Jim violently twisted his body, the sudden movement causing his assailant to lose balance and fall. It allowed him enough time roll onto his back before the thing was on him again. Clenching his hand into a fist, he launched his arm into an arc. His fist connected with the beast's temple and within seconds, Jim was up and running again. Something slashed at his back as he dove through some plants.
"Shit!" he couldn't help but scream as he continued running. He was close to mentally laughing his ass off just thinking about how Bones' face would look when he returned.
But right now, he had more important things to deal with. The orange monkey-monster was his main issue and he wanted to resolve that as soon as possible.