I_go_wild

[ninash]

The fliers were actually rather plain, four by eight inches in size, brown, gold, and black with white text. I had expected more when I had heard that the graphic arts students where going to design them, oh well, graphic arts student’s were always a bit over rated. People gave them too much credit because of the misconception that graphic arts was

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spike

[ninash]

I wander the public trail close to the campus, minding my own business. Well ok, that's a stretch. I'm hanging around the campus on the hopes that maybe Buffy might think of going to school there. I reckon she'd missed college after dying and all, then needing to support herself and Dawn. So, while I'm not really trying to find her, I'm hoping to run into her. Figuratively at least

nina

[ninash]

I can’t run as fast as before because of the pain, the pain in my side was nearly unbearable. I clutched my side and I felt the slick wetness of blood. I can’t stop though I needed to get home or at least somewhere safe.

"Oy, you big furry fanged mongrel. Get lost!"

I had thought I was alone and than the voice, a man, a British man. Foolishly I stopped and tried to see him in the darkness. “Where are you?” I asked and than, faintly, very faintly, I saw him in the distance. Stupid me, he had been successfully distracting the wolf from me, the keyword was ‘had been’ because now the wolf was looking my way.

“Oh shit.” I screamed, the pain in my side no longer seemed that bad but I knew that there was no way I would be able to out run the wolf. “ What should I do?”

spike

[ninash]

Oh the stupid woman stopped running. Here I am trying to do the right thing and I pick the idiots to save.

"Damn it! Stop screaming, you'll make it take notice of you. Just back away, real slow-like." I shout at her. "Here, mutt. I'm nice and tasty. Don't you want to munch on me instead?" I call to the werewolf, as I get nearer. The mangy werecreature swivels around to me, with foamy saliva dripping from it's sleek muzzle. It looks back and forth between us as if trying to decide which of us to jump first. Gotta do something quick. If it jumps me it'll realise I'm not really here. If it jumps her, well, game over.

Then I realise that the trickling sound I hear at the back of my mind is a stream, a mini river winding alongside the trail. It looks like it's about waist deep and 15 feet wide. Running water! Don't know if it's an old wive's tale or not but right now, out of options.

"Jump in the river, submerge yourself, now!"

nina

[ninash]

What, was he insane? Did he really expect me to jump in a river to avoid a wolf? Wasn't that how the Gingerbread man met his fate? No, wait, that was a crocodile. Oh Great Nina, only you can turn a celebratory jog into late night swim in one of the most polluted bodies of water around.

I really had no choice though, the wolf seemed to be paying the blonde Brit very little mind. Maybe he smelled the blood or just sensed I was weak because the wolf was slowly heading my way despite all the efforts of the man to stop it.

“Fuck” I grumbled and ran toward the stream, the wolf changed course and followed me. I could no longer see him but I knew he was close by, real close. So I just did it, I closed my eyes and jumped into the river. It smelled, it smelled real bad, and I was certain my wounds would be infected but really it was no time to worry about that. “Okay, now what? Do I just stand here until he gets bored?”