He shouldn't have stopped.
He shouldn't have let the adrenalin cascade through his system; the pounding, pounding, pounding in his ears that muffled the sounds around him and left him so much more isolated.
He shouldn't have started sweating but no amount of willpower could prevent it.
He should have kept moving calmly, breathing normally, looking straight ahead, and just, simply got out of there but he did none of those things.
Their nostrils picked up the scent. Some animal sixth sense detected the wrongness nearby. And one-by-one they turned towards the centre, stalking, circling, hunting the prey fixed with fear.
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