Chapter NineI turn on my heel and sprint toward my building.
In less than a moment, I get into the full-on flight portion of the famous fight-or-flight response. My heart is pounding and I can practically taste the cortisol and adrenaline in my rapidly drying mouth.
This is exactly how those primitive people must’ve felt when chased by that hypothetical lion.
As my feet pound the pavement, I think of Netflix. They recently had a documentary about K9 training, where people with fat suits took vicious bites on arms, legs, and buttocks.
I’d give anything for one of those fat suits right about now.
The beast behind me half barks, half growls.
I dare not look over my shoulder, but the sound seemed closer than half a block away, which means the dog is gaining on me.
Pouring all my willpow
