Chad heard darts whizzing passed him, as he ran a zig zag pattern toward the woods. He didn't want to be a 16 point buck during hunting season, and from what Rick said, he would only change from a deer after some guy fucked him, then he'd be a suede Speedo for at least a week. At least that was what he thought Rick said. He was in such pain when Rick changed him into a deer, he wasn't paying close attention as he would have otherwise.
He darted through an opening in the trees. Up ahead he spotted Brad's black pickup truck detailed with flames and Delta Iota Kappa logos. He ran toward it. He knew the tranquilizer dart hunters were on his tail, so he'd periodically dodge. Whirrring as a shaft with red feathers flew passed his eye. Damn, Brad and his frat bros were shooting crossbow bolts at him too! He pivoted right, and at an angle to the pursuers and the frat boys did a zig-zig-zag-zig-zig toward the woods. Somehow he managed to avoid both darts and bolts.
Rick cursed. He hadn't expected to run into crossbow hunters. He was pissed. He didn't know yet who the crossbow hunters were.
Bushes surrounded Chad as he dodged left. He ran up the deer trail 150 ft, then he carefully backed into a thicket keeping his head low to avoid the branches.