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around. Some grabbed the tires, while others
pulled at the fenders and chewed through the
tail lights. Their presence filled the woods as
the footsteps of ghosts pacing invisibly
through a dark, abandoned house. Their
shrieking seemed to come from everywhere.
They were surrounded. Julie began
screaming as another jumped against the
windshield.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” she screamed.
“Go, already!”
The attack happened very quickly. But,
Marty kept himself together long enough to
find the keys and start the engine. Julie was
not faring nearly as well, bringing her knees
up and firmly covering her ears. Trying to
block out the sounds of the packs malicious
appetite. Marty put the RV into reverse and
quickly backing out, felt a bump as the left
front tire crushed the skull of one of the
blood thirsty animals, unfortunate enough to
have been frantically digging beneath it. It
let out a shrill scream before being suddenly
cut off by the weight of RV. Marty brought
it into drive and spinning the tires along the
dirt road, drove toward the parks entrance.
The pack, driven mad by hunger, followed
them to the main road. A few ran ahead,
only to be blinded by the RV's headlights
and run over like frogs crossing a highway.
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