3 Snow White wolves approach. 3 bringers of my demise. A low howl escapes the biggest one, bringing back up. My heart endlessly pounds in my chest, filling my ears will dread. My feet grow hearty holding me to the ground like weights. I just came for a hike, I didn’t bring anything that could help. My heart drops in my chest, I didn’t bring anything useful. I force my feet off the ground and dash with the speed of 10 men. I run breathlessly, no direction in mind. That is, untill I feel the weight of fur on my back. _They caught up. _A small shreek escapes my lips as it’s teeth sink into my shoulder. The blood spills down, being the last thing I see before my consciousness fades forever.