Chris walked slowly, glancing back from time to time. This carnival wasn't so much fun after all, he'd decided. All he really wanted was to get the hell away from this insane place. He tried to stay on the midway, in the bright lights that seemed to keep him safe, but he'd walked from one end of the midway to the other, and there was no clear sign telling him which way was out. Like it or not, he had to go slightly off the beaten path to find the exit.
He'd initially only taken the most brightly-lit side paths off of the midway, not wanting to be anywhere near the dark, nor alone, but somehow each path he took ended at a dead end, or another exhibit or ride.
Each turn he made got him more and more lost, and each path seemed slightly darker and more deserted. Growing more desperate and fighting off panic, he moved quicker, and stopped really keeping track of where he turned.
It was as he walked down a pathway lined with food booths that he was sure he caught sight of the werewolf again. He couldn't be sure, but he caught a glimpse of it for a split-second, covered in fur and grease paint. He picked up his pace further.
He turned another corner, and then he was SURE he saw it once more, crossing in front of him, but apparently not seeing him. The path was completely deserted, devoid of anyone else. He thought he could see the twinkling lights of the exit sign in the distance, and decided to take the chance.
As he drew closer, he realized indeed, that it was an exit. Breathing a sigh of relief he relaxed, heading toward what he assumed was the way out. He froze, however, as he saw a group of three mimes walking down the path toward him. They waved a friendly wave to him, and quickly began their invisible tug of war routine as he approached, and Chris reminded himself that there was nothing to worry about. These weren't monster mimes, they were simply regular mimes.
But then as they focused their attention on him, the werewolf emerged. It was right behind them, opening its mouth in a soundless howl. Immediately, the mimes fell to all fours, tearing at their outfits as their bodies swelled and reshaped. Now there were four werewolves between himself and the exit.
"Fuck," Chris said, preparing for another run.