You take a step to run the other way, but before your foot can even hit the ground the latex skunk sprays a dark mist with surprising speed. It envelops you like a cloud, feeling heavy against your skin and choking you with its musky odor.
You drop to your knees, coughing and suddenly feeling weak. You look back at the skunk, expecting it to have instinctively run, but it's still there; staring at you. Waiting.