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Destiny City News reports several sightings of 'rabid dogs' appearing throughout the city. Those interviewed claim that the dogs would surround them and chase them down the streets, seemingly popping in and out of sight until the person finally found themselves in a well lit area. You have the misfortune of running into these same dogs.

They cling to the shadows as you go about your way at night. Seemingly at the corner of your vision, one flickers by, and you turn and see nothing. Again and again it happens. They are trying to drive you into the darkest corners of the city, herding you away from the light. In the nearby distance are the lights of the city: streetlights, signs, traffic. You have to do something to get there, to escape these creatures. When you make it to any significant light source, you hear a low growl, a wailing hiss; the dogs have vanished.

For now.


If there was one animal Glen truly hated, it was dogs, and he made sure that stayed a secret. Everyone loved dogs! What's your deal? They'd ask, trying to show off their big a** friendly labrador while Glen tried not to cry or freak out. He had always been afraid of them, hating them due to a trauma long ago, caused by one, at the time he had no idea,tragically sick dog who he wasn't rescued from until after it bit him solidly in the shoulder, leaving him with two weeks in the hospital and a lasting phobia.So when the news began reporting people spotting shadow dogs, Glen made it his personal mission to not leave the house at night, ever, until the problem was resolved. And he made good on that, getting home from work just as the sun was setting over the horizon, declining overnight watches of Abby unless they were at his house or he was guaranteed a place in the vivis room, thank god her parents knew why. But it seemed he had made a fatal mistake last he got paid, and had only purchased enough groceries for the week (it seemed, he suspected a moocher with pink hair may actually be the culprit of his dwindled food stores), forcing him to go out that evening or else he'd starve. Now, he could have ordered food online but he wasn't in the mood for take out or pizza, and he thought door dashes fees were awful unless he really needed them, which he didn't! So, two cloth bags in hand he made his way to the store.

He was jumpy, flinching at every noise as he made his way to the small store near his house, whimpering once he got there, apparently they were closed early, forcing him to trek further into town. He ubered for that, screw walking and maybe dieing. And it was fine, he got to the store, got his groceries, and made his way out, trying to get another uber home, but, to no luck, noone was close by and it seemed almost like they were trying to avoid that area, leaving Glen to walk home, from what was a ten minute trip by car to a thirty minute trip on foot if he speed walked, which he had.

And that's when he swore he saw the eyes in the dark, the terrible growl of a dangerous creature.He moved a bit faster, trying to stay close to the streetlights, but that didn't seem to work once he hit his shortcut home, an alley George showed him awhile back that he had found while walking around town, though it seemed that kid who had saved him the once lived there too, but Glen didn't reveal he knew that. Glen was ready to take comfort that maybe he was there, but frowned, no light of a flame in the alley, but the growl of the dogs had grown louder. And thats when Glen said screw it and ran past the alley, down the road. But it didn't help, the dogs finally giving true chase now that their prey had finally began running. They nipped and barked, attempting to keep him from the safety of the lights, and they were succeeding, Glen couldnt get near a streetlamp or a porch without a dog trying to bite him, which prompted him to run faster, now being blinded by tears of fear. The dogs were trying to lead him to an underpass he could see, with deep dark shadows and his imminent demise. But his scared mind realized that underpass was just down the road from his house.

HIS HOUSE! He ran faster, one last attempt to outrun the dogs and turn down the road he knew would act as a much better short cut to his house. He could hear them though, still giving chase, the breath of one almost at his neck, as well as the fast approaching panic attack that awaited him should he survive. And he knew he would, there was his house after all, and with it that streetlight he despised, but now seemed to be a holy beacon, reaching it just one of the dogs had bit into his wrist though his jacket, and there he screamed, expending the rest of his energy for that sheer momentum the panic gave him. He found himself huddled under the light, the dogs just on the outside retreating, knowing their prey wouldn't dare enter the dark of the alleys and roads anytime soon. He almost sobbed in relief, but kept it in until he found himself at his door, unlocking it and flipping the switch on by the entrance just before he collapsed on the floor, hyperventilating, his groceries, and even eating long forgotten.

He'd call in sick tomorrow, once the panic died, but for the rest of the night Glen knew he wouldn't be doing much of anything but sitting on the floor of his living room, sobbing in fear.