Ink 20 #18/Story 6: Meat Trap (117)
Added 2020-10-19 04:43:18 +0000 UTCI slowly began to step back with my hands in the air, making sure not to lose eyes contact with that growling massive mutt approaching me. I tried to keep my cool as that big thing had more in common with a bear than any kind of dog I’ve seen in the flesh. I probably could’ve taken pictures but reaching out for my phone probably isn’t worth setting that puppy off.
“H-hey there pal. I don’t have any treats on me so feel free to let go as I just turn around and-“
-Walk the other way? Yeah right. My slow walk back was abruptly interrupted by a massive gust of warm air pouring down on my neck. This whole thing really cemented itself as bad news.
Lighting stuck and thunder roared shortly after.
I mechanically turned around and took a quick glance behind me, begging the high heavens to be wrong about this…. And nope. It was what it was: A flanking maneuver.I knew from those documentaries my sis watched that wild dogs and wolves hunt in packs but- in an urban area?!This one is just as massive, if not bigger, than the front one. As the color just drained off my face, I dropped my can and couldn’t help but want to yell
“ARE YOU FOR REAL?!”
