The dog lunges forward. For one terrifying second, it leaps forward, its powerful hunches launching it near Jodie's face. You have one horrifying unwanted thought of what those blood stained teeth could do to Jodie's face. To her exposed throat. The dog had been transformed from an average gaurd dog into a Cujo in highest form, a single minded killing machine.
Why? Did some wonder. Why would a guard dog ignore it's master's command? Wouldn't a normal dog flee after being attacked? Would it go into shock and become subdued?
There was no quit in this dog. It's paws connect roughly on Jodie's stomache, it's teeth crunch down on the reinforced fabric of her clothing. Sharp pain registers from her side as the dog seizes a good biting hold on her left side. It growls menancingly, worrying her jacket in his fangs. Left and right it whips it's head. Fabric rips and the dog falls away, clutches of Jodie's fabric in it's mouth. The dog loses it's balance and stumbles, laying on it's side. Now you can see the raw flesh and mashed muscle. The aftermath of bullets. The dog pants heavily, it's breath rising.
The gravel parking lot was quickly deterioriating. Blood and flesh was spilled across the ground, the dead dogs were sprawled where they had fallen. The smell of metal - hot lead- hung like smoke in the air. Always the ever present cold pressed in on all sides, chilling flesh and making extremities chilled. The dog's warm breath makes a puff of vapor that blasts against Jodies leg. The copper scent of blood and the stench of decay was beginning to cloud the area. You can't imagine what the sound of Jodie's older gun was being taken for in the previously quiet rest stop in the middle of nowhere. Somewhere in the distance, dogs bark. Far enough away not to be a present threat, you feel reasonably certain of that.
Justin