I run down the block – just as fast as my legs can possibly take me. And as I move into a full on sprint, so too does the beast.
It’s amazing how the street of a seemingly ordinary residential neighborhood can transform into what feels like an endless stretch of road under the right circumstances.
My heart is beating out of my chest and I don’t know if it’s from fatigue or panic.
The dog is massive, 150lbs. easy. As it snarls mid gallop, I can see its horrible teeth. Teeth designed for ripping apart and tearing into flesh, teeth that it has every intention of using.
I’m moving faster now than I’ve ever moved in my life. Terror is an unbelievable motivator.
I grit my teeth and try to will myself to speed up even more, but deep down I know that I won’t be fast enough. The beast is too quick and I’ll never catch it.
Not before it gets to my three year old son in the driveway.
[Narrated by DeadJosey](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhCgEIuXaDI)