You are running out of time. A quick glance down to your hands reveals that they are very quickly becoming paws, and soon you'll have no opposable thumbs to use at all. You're mere moments away from completely becoming a dog, and if you're going to make your break for it, it has to be now.
You fight the urge to obey the commands given to you and spin around on the man leashing you and chomp your teeth deep and hard into his hand with a satisfying crunch of flesh and bone. The metallic taste of blood fills your mouth as he withdraws and screams.
"Ahghhh! God damn - my hand! Bitch broke my hand!" he howls as you bolt, running off faster than any of the men can catch up to you. You can hear their thundering footsteps as they chase after you, but you are running so fast and so hard that they are well behind you.
Better to be a free dog on the run than a captive slave dog, you think. You're still at the ferry, you're not yet on the island. Taking a sharp left, you dart down an alleyway and hide behind a dumpster. You quickly reach back on unclasp the collar, tossing it into the dumpster just as a sharp pain spreads through your hands as they finally cease being hands. There is no human left to you except in your mind. You are now one hundred percent -