The Pack

[ Eh first time sharing it with any1 need to know if i should continue to upload or just forget it lol. also note my punctuation isn't perfect nor is my tensing but if u like it please say so. More to come if it gets positive feedback]

     The only thing Tim heard was the crunch of foliage under foot. He had no idea how he had ended up in this dense forest, but he knew he had to get away. "Crunch" He begins to walk faster as he feels eyes on him. Glancing back over his shoulder he doesn't see the tree root that trips him. The next thing he knows he is staring into two deep golden eyes and a maw full of white teeth. A deep growl comes from the things chest and as Tim begins to shake he closes his eyes and waits for the worst he is ripped back to consciousness by his phone vibrating it's way off his night stand. Grumbling he swings his legs over the side of the bed and picks it up. Flipping it open he sees a text from his best and only friend Kristin. "You better be ready for work you lazy ass".Groaning he stands up and looks at his clock, Cursing himself for sleeping in on the first day of his new night-shift job, he throws on his shoes and runs out the door of his ground level apartment.

     As he is jogging the sixteen blocks to work he looks up at the dusk sky realizing it is a full moon. Smiling to himself because he loves the moon he walks up to the warehouse and into one of the open loading docks to wait for the first truck to unload. As he is sitting against the wall spacing out he feels a hand on his shoulder. He spins around to see Kristin smiling at him. "Jesus Kristin you scared the hell out of me" Her smiler gets even wider as she says "I know that's why I do it." Well stop it your going to give me a heart attack" he mumbles under his breath, his heart rate going back to normal.She just laughs and walks away calling over her shoulder " make sure you make a good impression tonight". He thinks he catches a slight wink and is about to call back a smart comment when the his of air brakes draws his attention back to the bay door as the first truck backs up to have it's cargo unloaded

     Six hours later as the final truck is pulling away Tim sighs and rolls his shoulders mumbling to himself " what do they put in those boxes lead?!" he looks around scanning for Kristin hopping to snag a ride home. Not seeing her he shrugs and hops off the loading ramp and begins the walk home. As he gets a few blocks from the warehouse the moon happens to catch his eyes. He continues walking just staring at it thinking to himself that he had never seen a moon that bright. When he finally comes to his senses he realizes he is only a few blocks away from his apartment. Just then he feels the hair on the back of his neck beginning to rise as he feels eyes boring into his back. The top of his apartment complex comes over a stand of trees and he breaths a sigh of relief laughing at himself for being so stupid , when he hears the bushes to his left rustle. Tim manages to get a half turn before a black blur crashes into him with what seems to be the force of a truck. Stars flash before his eyes as his head is bounced off the sidewalk and as they clear he is staring into the eyes from his nightmares. He throws his army up just as the beast lunges for his throat. Sinking it's fangs into his arm Tim hears someone screaming only to dimly register it's him. While his arm is being ravaged he slides his free arm into his jeans pocket and pulls out his knife and slams it into the thick fur of the things side hoping to hit something vital. As if by some miracle it growls and let's go of his arm. Before Tim can react it tears off into the bushes. He props himself up on his good arm and staggers towards his house leaving a trail of blood up to his door. Opening it he falls inside onto his mangled arm. The world goes black for a second and as it clears he catches a glimpse of his arm. Seeing the muscle and tendon is to much and his consciousness slips away like water through s sieve his last thought before falling completely into the abyss is how is he going to make it to work tomorrow.