The Hungry Wolves
Panting, I look upwards. Nothing. Absolute darkness. Still, I run.
And the chase begins.
I sprint as fast as I can, the hairs prickling the back of my neck. With sweat trickling down my forehead, I start to see a shape forming in the inky darkness. I squint, not realizing I had slowed down.
As I stopped completely to a halt at the door, I noticed that there was a note on the front:
Do NOT enter this deserted warehouse. Dangerous happenings can occur.
As I skim over the words, I hear paws thumping lightly on the grass. I think I even felt their breath upon my cheek.
Without thinking, I slip through the door and into the pitch black. Not even seconds later, the door is flung open again with a mighty force.
Quickly, I sneak behind a high pile of cardboard boxes, a salty tear running down my cheek. But I knew those boxes could not possibly protect me.
Soft growling silently fills the air. Paws softly, very, very softly, tread the bare, concrete floor. Chains rattle in the distance. I can feel their presence slowly, gradually coming closer. Closer.
I hold my breath. Silence, except for the loud thumping of my heart, blood throbbing in my head.
Desperately, I sneak a sniff of air. Almost instantly, multiple paws come running in my direction. I whimper silently. Is this a dream? Please, please, please… just let it end already! I think. As I open my eyes, a dreaded terror washes over me. S-l-o-w-l-y, I turn my head.
I have never seen so many pairs of red eyes, staring at me.
I cannot even choke up a scream. With no self-defense, I push the boxes over them, and I start to run. The night seems to last forever.
I can hear the snapping of jaws, the thunder of paws, the gasping of my breath.
It’s pitch black. Suddenly, something looms in front of me and I trip over it. Scrambling up, I think, God, where were you when I needed you most? Please help me!
They’re getting closer. I can feel it.
My strength is getting weaker. I can feel it.
My breaths are getting shorter and more desperate. I can feel it.
But still, I run.
But even then, I knew I couldn’t run fast enough.
I take my last breath.