Mark tried to pretend he was on the court, driving the ball through the opposing line, blitzing towards the hoop with only seconds left on the clock. He tried not to think about the savage predator pounding towards him, it's barbed teeth and wet tongue ready to gobble him down like raw hamburger. He could almost feel it's hot breath on his shoulder, the sting of it's razor claws. He ran, harder and faster than he ever had before.
The fence was right infront of him now. Mark jumped and caught the iron bars just as the back of his leg exploded in pain.
The werewolf had clamped it's jaws down on his left calf. But Mark couldn't let the extraordinary pain in his leg, or the sight of his own blood, weaken him. He kicked the creature's face with his other foot. It let go just long enough for Mark to pull himself up towards the top of the fence, ignoring the pain. The thing leaped at him again, but fell back down, unable to reach him. Mark felt dizzy and sick, but forced himself to keep climbing. He wedged a foot between the bars, shoved himself upwards, and pulled with all his strength.
And then his foot got stuck.
He twisted and turned, trying to work it free. He couldn't. The bottom of his cheap, useless shoe had torn loose and was caught on a metal spur. In desperation, Mark grapped one of the iron prongs at the top of the fence and tried to hoist himself up with it.
It broke off in his hand.
He fell.
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