I heard loud thuds hitting our car and I thought that it had started to hail. I couldn’t see out the front windows because they were blurred. I turned to look at the back windows and I almost screamed in terror. Millions of dark, shadowy figures were surrounding our car. They weren’t human, they were almost catlike, but more like a mix of German Shepard and panther.
Whatever they were, they started pushing our car toward the side of the cliff. I thought about what one of my camp counselors told us about a wampus cat. They were bred to be killing machines during World War II. The wampus cats started pushing us farther and farther until I could see a long, jagged descent that could kill a man in an instant. I opened the door, grabbed our repelling gear, tied it around me and threw it at a jagged rock. Somehow, it latched on. I grabbed Lucas and jumped out of the open door. Some of the less intelligent wampus cats jumped off of the cliff after us. I don’t think that the breeder of the wampus cat knew how well it could climb. One of them started descending down our repelling rope and it seemed to smack its lips as if it could already taste another delicious dinner.
I looked down and I noticed that we were right above a large pine tree. I knew what to do, I dropped Lucas onto the pine tree right as the wampus cat got to me. The last thing I saw was Lucas landing on the pine tree. The wampus cat jumped on me and bit me. I faded away until I was something I never hoped I would be. A memory.