You decide now is as good a time as any to run like hell. Hell, there was no guarantee they WOULDN'T have torn you to shreds once they came undone, and quite frankly, Jason didn't seem entirely thrilled with his new lot in life. The air around you is filled with the scent of a pack of dogs fucking, and the musk of bitches lusting for more. You can feel your own desires building. You want to let them bring you into the pack..you want to be one of them...NO!
You hop up, sprinting away as the dogs struggle to extricate themselves, yelping in pain and barking in maddened anger. You don't look back, heading for the cabins. You'll be safe in there; dogs, whether weredog or not, can't open doors.
You try the door of the first one you come to-it's locked. The barking of the dogs is getting closer; at least some of them have managed to get untangled.
The second is similarly locked. Now you can hear all of them, and they're most definitely catching up with you.
The third is unlocked and pitch black. You head inside anyway, not caring that you can't see in front of your face. You flip on the light switch to find...