Duh

Your body goes numb. Your mind races. A million things to do.

Luckily the biological magic known as the fight or flight response kicks in to make the split second decision for you. Your body gets flooded with adrenaline. You feel light and decisive. And in that frame of mind you grab Sam's hand to begin running towards your apartment.

Her body follows into the same pattern as yours thankfully. Seeing what she did could've meant that she would've panicked and froze. Also thankfully, you're both in good shape and manage to outrun the, literal, fuckers that hooked up in the street.

You peer behind you and spot them slow down and stop chasing you two. Not risking a potential trap, you keep running and push yourself to keep going, which is really easy considering the surging adrenaline.

As you reach your apartment block you feel slower and drained. Your legs are wobbly and hands shake a little. This proves to be a problem when you fumble for your keys through your pocket.

"Michael. There's a man. Across the road." Sam whispers between deep breaths. You jerk around and see an older man tilting his head around in frantic movements. The words of your elder sister come to mind, "Noise attracts them."

"What's wrong with them?" She asks aloud, not really to you specifically. His head snaps in your direction. "Oh n-"

You clamp your hand over her mouth. "Shh." You whisper, kinda harshly, into her ear. "They're drawn to sound so maybe they can't see too well?" You stand very still, taking slow deep breaths to calm yourself. With Sam's hair right next to your nose you get breath after breath of her sweet perfume. That's when you notice, more like feel, her curvy butt pressed right against your crotch.

Don't get hard. Don't get hard. You try to will down your urges but with the hammering of your heart isn't listening. You step back and dive back into your pocket. You pull the jingling keys out in one swift tug. A throaty growl emits from across the road.

Fucking cliche, getting in at the last second, bullshit. You curse in your head as you unlock the door, obviously with the correct key, on your first attempt. "Eek!" Sam screams. You turn and see he's right behind you, lunging at you with his old, wrinkled hands.

That is until the green box of a first aid kit smashes straight into the side of his face. The old man rolls over and hits at the box on the ground before attempting to bite into it. After a few failed tries, he lets it go and stands up again with his head whipping around in a jerky fashion.

You now stand frozen. His speed was much faster than you anticipated and left you petrified. Sam slowly grabs your hand and you interlock fingers. You close your eyes. Dying, holding your best friend who loves you, isn't the worst way to go.

And then the sweet embrace of ****...

Doesn't arrive?

You peel your eyes open. The jerky old man is still frantically looking around. He looks in your direction for a few seconds before quickly looking elsewhere. All the while he makes deep growls like an old wolf that smokes.

Sam seems to have noticed as well and crouches down to slowly slip her shoe off. She throws it over the man and further down the street and with an echoed thud he whips around and lunges immediately.

Carefully you open the apartment door and hold it for Sam to slip in. You follow straight after and pull it closed slowly followed by the lock.