Taylor - VS silent hill dogs

I stepped off the roof and ran down the wall. The fog was thick, and so I'd have to be careful. The last thing I needed was to learn they could jump high enough to pull me from my perch.

Slowing as I got closer, I waited until I could make out their figures. They were large dogs. They looked like emaciated Greyhounds, but they were the size of Mastiffs. The were hairless and they had outsized jaws.

Far Strike!

I picked the closest dog, and it yelped. The others milled around, and I lost track of the dog. They were jumping at me, and I took a step back as a few of them came close.

"FAR STRIKE! FAR STRIKE! FAR STRIKE! FAR STRIKE!"

A single hit wasn't enough to kill one, and even two wasn't enough. They worked as a pack, other members working to protect the injured.

I was having trouble tracking them, but I simply kept blasting them until the pack retreated, leaving a single body on the ground.

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Bad day