Flat tires

During the escape, his car had somehow gotten flat tires. He groaned and wondered what he was going to do.

Well, John knew he couldn't stay where he was. There was a chance his pursuers could find him. The sooner he left his car, the better.

He began walking away from the car, not particularly caring where he was heading. He walked for a half an hour before he heard a noise. He stopped, trying to think what the noise was. Soon, he identified it. It was a roar, some kind of animal.

He looked to his right and saw a wild dog approaching, baring its teeth. John had no weapon to keep it off him, so his best chance was to run. He began running and the dog began its pursuit.

John stumbled over roots and rocks, trying to get away, but the dog was gaining ground. He figured he was about to get mauled to **** when a shot rang out. He fully expected to be the one that was shot. To his surprise, however, the dog fell down, dead.

Standing to his left was a middle-aged woman, holding a shotgun. Now, she aimed the gun at John, who raised his hands.

"Who are you and what do you want?"