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vanished in a flash when he saw Vlad’s cover up had been washed away by tears. When he was just out of the shadow of the barn Dylan put his hands up, ready to slow down his co-host.

Before he could get out the word whoa however he saw a large hairy figure leap out from behind and tackle Vlad to the ground. The figure hurt Dylan’s eyes to see, it was the head of a canine on a man shaped body though it crouched like a dog as it bit into the back of Vlad’s neck head. Dylan stood silently as the beast bit down, turning his screams into a gurgle as blood shot out in a long stream

from below his chin.

It wasn’t until a second similar looking creature with gray and black fur came crashing through the trees to feed on Vlad did Dylan finally run. Although Max had a head start and had ditched his equipment, he was over weight and had a pain in his right side that was like a knife. He wasn’t so much breathing as taking breaths like a man who was suffering from whooping cough.

Dylan who ran track in school easily reached Max, whose face was red and bathed in sweat. Max looked at him as he held up his pants with a free hand. His large stomach jostled up and down under his sweat drenched tee shirt.

“Please help me, man.” Max said looking at Dylan with wet terror stricken eyes Dylan wanted to scream at him something like, ‘what the hell do you want from me’ but he wasn’t cold blooded. He slowed just a little and grabbed Max by the arm.

“Move your fat ass!” Dylan said with a scream and pulling him along.

They could hear the two monsters behind them, in the sliver of moon light that was pitiful Dylan looked back and saw that although they looked like men they ran on all fours like dogs. Dylan felt his heart hitting his rib cage and wondered how long he could run while pulling Max along. They hadn’t paid attention to where they were heading and were lost in the woods now. All Dylan did was pull Max along looking for a familiar place and listening for the approach of the werewolves.

Max was breathing like he had bad emphysema and was tripping over his sagging pants when they reached a shallow ravine. The angle was sharp but the

drop was less then ten feet and the soil was soft and muddy this deep in the shadows. Dylan had a hand on Max’s arm as they both went to slide down when suddenly Max’s arm was taken roughly out of his grip causing him slide down backwards.

Dylan looked up and saw Max’s arm was in the mouth of the brown haired beast up to his shoulder, he let out a howling scream when it crunched down on his shoulder. Dylan could hear Max’s arm being