You look down at your right arm, its got a couple of scrapes on it but nothing serious. Your left arm somehow managed to make it through without a scratch, and your legs felt fine. "Wow, that's a relief, I was sure that it'd be much worse than that" you think to yourself, but then you try to sit up and a sharp shooting pain tears through your left ribcage and you feel a warm substance dripped down your back. You knew that you'd seriously hurt your ribs, if you were fortunate it was just a bruise, worst case scenario? You'd broken a rib or two. Your upper back probably had a scrape or cut somewhere on it. It probably wasn't too deep, but the blood you were leaking would make it pretty easy for those German Shepherds to find you.
While you were still counting your problems and figuring a plan, yet another problem cropped up. A loud squeak signaled a door opening which was followed by a click. All of the lights in the store hummed to life. "Who's in here?" A gruff male voice demanded.
"Great," you muttered as you forced yourself to your feet through the pain. You grimaced as you held your right hand over your rib cage and broke into a light jog. You were coming up on what you thought was an exit when the door you were headed for was flung open. Another anthro stood in the doorway, but you dashed to the left and down one of the aisles before you got a good look at it. "Oh, this just keeps getting better and better," You growl to yourself.
"Hey!" The male voice called out, "Any sign of 'em from your end?"
"Nothing yet, but somebody's definitely here," A female voice replied. She was a lot closer than he was, maybe a couple of aisles over. You decide you'd best keep moving if you didn't wanna get caught. You creep down to the end of the aisle and get ready to turn the corner when you see her, the anthro that was standing in the doorway from before. She wasn't looking in your direction at the moment. From what you could tell, she was definitely not your average everyday anthro.
Well, you escaped the police, but you're not out of the woods yet. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Question is, what kind of anthro is hunting you now and more importantly, can you get away?
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