Isabel runs straight into the public beach with only her towel

(chapter originally by ? at writing.com)

Isabel crossed the last sandy hill that separated her from the public beach. Looking back she had gained a bit of distance from the men. "Go away!" she insisted, but they refused to fall back.

The upcoming area was increasingly crowded. Isabel was sure to keep a firm grasp on the towel, weaving between families and sunbathers. She knew a little further up was a swimsuit boutique where her friend worked. If she could make it there she might be safe.

Looking back she only saw one of them, a slight relief. That was until she heard a startling bark and soon after her legs were taken out from under her. Her arm swung out to soften the fall, releasing the grip on her towel.

Isabel landed forcibly on her side, the momentum rolling her around until she ended up on her stomach. She brushed off her daze as a group of people gathered around her to make sure she was okay. Looking down, Isabel realized… after her.