David is hunted

David bolted for his bedroom, slamming and locking the door, he leaned against it, listening to Alison’s screams. What was happening to her? I should be there to help He thought angrily. But as the screams became more and more animal, he knew there was no helping her.

Finally, with a loud howl, the screaming stopped. David waited, listening, perhaps it had stopped. Maybe his friend was ok. He could come out of his room, laugh at the fact Alison was naked, and go on with their night. But deep down he knew. That wouldn’t happen.

David carefully opened the door, peeking down the hall. What he saw made him slam the door immediately and lock it again. It wasn’t Alison, it was a large, strangely beautiful, canine beast. David quickly crawled under his bed, hoping the beast didn’t find him. But he didn’t have a hope. She already had his smell.

The door burst open, the beast standing in the frame, breathing heavily. David held his breath as the creature carefully stalked about the room. He felt his heart stop when the beast stopped next to his bed. In the next second, his bed was thrown against the wall, exposing his hiding spot.

David quickly backed away. “Alison, stay back...please.” But she didn’t even register David was talking, advancing like a predator. "Aly...it’s me...it’s David...please…”

David's eyes were filled with tears as Alison was nearly on top of him now. He stared deep into the creature’s eyes, and he knew, this wasn’t Alison. There was no humanity in those eyes. He reached out with his hand, grabbing a wooden 2x4 that had been under his bed. Then he struck, swinging the beam at the beast’s head. With a whimper, she tumbled to the side. “Sorry, Alison,” David said quickly as he got up and ran through the door, the beast in hot pursuit.