You decide that if you’re going to die, you’d rather see what it was that killed you, so ready face whatever man or beast is lurking in the shadows, you shine your light into the corner. Just as you do this, the golden retriever before you stops scratching its flea-ridden fur and looks up at you innocently as if to say, “What? Did you think you’d see some sort of half-man, half-pig hybrid or something?”
You breathe a sigh of relief knowing that death is not coming for you yet.
But just as you relax, out from behind a table jumps a hideous-looking half-man, half-pig hybrid creature. There are tattered remains of clothing hanging from its hairy body. Its face almost looks human if you ignore the mucous-covered pig snout where its nose should be. And it looks angry and seems to be looking for its supper. Without hesitation, it lunges for the canine cuisine at hand, drooling and making a guttural grunting sound. If you don’t do something quick, it’s going to give the name ‘puppy chow’ a new meaning.
Do you…
grab the nearest bottle of chemicals and hurl it at the beast…
yell to draw its attention away from the helpless dog…
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