Flight
You turn around and run as fast as you can, ducking and weaving between the branches. You don’t have the time to cut through them with your machete. The dog barks behind you and you pick up the pace, running as fast as you can. You see a low branch, one that you could easily get to if you jump right. You pick up your speed and reach for the branch.
You narrowly miss it and come down much harder than you’d like it, your leg twisting. You let out a whimper as the dog pounces for you. You grab the machete and aim it at the dog’s throat just as it comes down, impaling itself. Blood seeps out from its open wound onto your chest, it rolls off the shirt, but seeps into your fur, mucking it up.
Pushing the dog off you, you crawl away and rest against a tree. You try and move your leg but find nothing but searing pain.
“Shit...” You wince. You close your eyes and hope it’ll be better with a bit of a nap.
You are completely oblivious to the figure that comes and takes you up in your sleep.
Written by kergiby on 12 August 2011
The end (for now)