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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.