Suddenly you realise you are dangerously close to the latex predator and his victim. Less than two metres now. Both are breathing deeply after their wild fucking. But the wolf's eyes open and meet yours.
In that moment your terror comes surging up, freeing you from your paralysis. You spin around, and run.
You run like hell. The wolf makes a sound, but you just hear the trace of a growl before it is drowned out by your shoes hitting the pavement and your heart in your ears.
Oh God. What did I just SEE?
The question keeps pounding in your ears with your blood. What was that? How was it possible? Was this a nightmare?
Several blocks away you collapse against another lamp-post, holding your side. Nightmares can't hurt this badly... It's a disquieting thought as you look back. No sign of either the wolf or his erstwhile victim. Could you have escaped?
Perhaps the wolf was too "tied up" to give chase -- you'd heard about canines getting stuck together after sex. But, not wanting to press your luck, you hurry on as soon as you can, speed walking the remaining blocks to your home. Only when you are inside and the door locked behind you do you feel even slightly safe.
"What was that?" you mutter aloud to yourself. You are tempted to pinch yourself, but -- as much as you don't want to admit it -- you know you are awake, and that this is reality. But what should you do now?
Also, as the fear and tension start to fade, and the memory of what you witnessed replays, you find yourself getting horny again. You grimace, really not locking the implications.
Shaking your head, you try to focus on a course of action. You are still too worked up to go to bed. Should you call the police? Maybe your girlfriend, or another friend? No... There's no way anyone would believe you, plus your friends are probably all asleep by now. You decide that maybe television is the answer. It will hopefully distract you, if nothing else.
So you flop down on your worn but comfortable sofa and grab the remote. After a bit of channel surfing, you land on the news, which immediately catches your attention.
"...Asked to be on high alert after an incident at Briar Hill Laboratory," the lady on the television was saying. "The prestigious research centre has notified authorities that a dangerous experiment's safety protocols were breached, and something may have escaped the lab. Details are lacking, but citizens are asked to stay indoors and report anything they see out of the ordinary."
You feel numb as you stare at the cool, unruffled newswoman. It feels like confirmation yet denial at the same time -- some crazy experiment is out there running lose, and this is the reaction?
The late night news goes on, switching to other things, and you shut the TV off. Sitting there, wondering what you should do. "Notify the authorities," as the newslady so blandly said? After all, if they've already been told about it...