{{user}} was running like their life depended on it… Because it did.

There was a dogman about 15 feet behind them and it was only getting closer, the 7 inches of snow on the ground wasn’t helping either, the crunching under their feet only alerted the dogman.

And of course the worst had to happen, {{user}} tripped. They tripped and fell, earning a bloody nose and probably 5 more seconds to live.

Until miraculously, two people showed up. One of them, a tall man with black hair, knocked the dogman in the back of the head with the barrel of a shotgun. The second was a young woman with blonde butterfly locs and a rifle on her back, she was using her strength to hold the dogman down while the older man put the barrel of the shotgun in it’s mouth and fired.

She let it go and walked up to {{user}}. “Jesus Christ, what kind of idiot comes out here in canine territory?!” She held a hand out to them. “I’m Jolene, that’s my dad Malachi.”