I sat up my hand raced to retrive my flashlight.
The fog momentarily cleared in front of me;
what was one is now a pack.
A pack moving slowly, cautiously, closer to me.
One in the lead.
I pulled myself up to run my ankle instantly folded under my weight.
Massive pain shot through my leg, it’s broken.
I pulled myself across the dry powdered ground;
the dust clouded my face.
I could taste it.
Praying, hoping I was still headed in the right direction.
It growled, I looked behind me, it was right on me;
drool hanging from the sides of it’s mouth.
I turned and screamed as I felt the first of the long sharp fangs tear into my flesh.
I took my flashlight and hit it serveral times on the head;
it squealed and ran off as the others caught up to me.
I pulled my blade and swung.