Don't Touch

Calvelry Arrives

Greg practiacally tore open the door to the Mercedes while Lissa and Gage got in and he dove in after them. Sonya and Flannery were getting in the front but they weren't moving. Why weren't they moving!? Greg looked at Sonya who was in the driver's seat and saw that she was fumbling to get the key in the ignition but had yet to do so. He looked out the window and saw that Cerberus was nearly across the field and onto the driveway and the key still wasn't even in the ignition yet.

"Gimme that!" Flannery screamed snatching the key from Sonya and steadily driving it into the ignition slot and turning it.

The car rumbled as the key was turned and finally it revved itself up. Sonya frantically put it in gear and slammed her foot down on the gas. All of their heads jerked backwards as the car lurched forward, but they only made it about 10 feet before Cerberus was right on their tail. Beside Greg, both Lissa and Gage were screaming as the massive Hellhound got closer and closer to the car. 

Sonya turned the car hard to the right in an effort to slip up the Hellhound, but rather than help them it helped it. As the car turned Cerberus simply kept on charging and slammed itself into the side of the car. Greg's head jerked to the side and it banged on the window making it crack, but the entire car was sent upright and it rolled two times before finally landing upside down.

Through his daze Greg saw that they were definetely upside down and that all of the windows had been blown out, meanwhile all around him Greg saw that everyone was laying about like ragdolls. He pushed himself up Greg suddenly felt a terrible dizzyness take hold of him and a warm liquid was flowing down his face. Tenatively lifting his hand to touch his face Greg nearly fell back on the ground but managed to prop himself up with the head of the passanger sear. He pulled his hand away from his face he saw that his palm was absolutely covered in blood, he'd been cut by something maybe a piece of glass.

Greg froze at the sound of some heavy footsteps outside the car and he turned his head as much as his now battered body would allow, and he saw four gigantic hands, or paws, or whatever they were coming closer to him. With widened eyes he looked around him and saw that everyone who was in the car was either unconscious or dead for all he knew. Either way they weren't moving one little bit. 

He looked around for Gage although he didn't know why but he didn't  find the other boy. Now realising he was alone with Sixx and the skin walkers probably dead in the woods, and Ryan probably fighting for his life in the mansion, and everyone else either dead or knocked out, he really was alone against this massive three-headed Hellhound. Deciding on something Greg crawled out of the wreck of the car and struggled to pull himself up to his feet, all the while he was making as much noise as he could in order to draw Cerberus's attention to him and not to the others. He'd figured that since it was really only after him that he'd be able to lead it away from the others and hopefully spare their lives if they were even alive. Plus he was also hoping that his touch would be enough to at least hurt this creature, if not he knew one way or another, one of them wasn't walking away from this.

As he hobbled over to a small wall that was a good 15 feet away from the car, Greg propped himself up on the wall and saw the massive figure of Cerberus closing in on the car. Mustering up what little courage he had left Greg shouted at the creature.

"Hey!" He shouted and all three of Cerberus's heads snapped to the side to look at him.. "I'm over here you dumb son of a bitch! Come get me-"

That was far more than enough to draw it's attention, because before he even finished the last sentence Cerberus had leaped over the car and was running at him. Backing up the back of Greg's leg hit the wall and sent him tumbling over, and by sheer dumb luck it was just before Cerberus's body sailed over his head. It didn't do Greg anymore favors though since his head hit the cement on the other side of the wall making him feel like a cannon had just gone off in his head. Shaking it off though Greg turned himself over and slowly got to his feet, his limbs were now trembling with weariness telling him that he shouldn't even be moving let alone trying to fight. But Greg had grown tired of having the others fight for him and he didn't want anymore of them to die on his account.