Arms flailing I came up against the barn finally and searched for the door. My search was becoming a lost cause, for it seemed that I was on the wrong side of the barn; it was all just a wall here, cold planks of wood, painted blood red.
The sound of pounding hooves stopped, as it seemed the abomination had realized I was no longer within its reach. I spun around my back to the wall of the barn. The dust cloud had finally settled and the beast now had me in it's sights once more; there was no escape. I was too badly injured to make a good run for it, and the fence was too far from me anyways. As the beast hurtled towards me one final time I closed my eyes, my hands flew to my face in terror, and I screamed.
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