[ WP ] Tell a paranoid thriller-esque story that leaves me asking many questions .

*Run. Death. Pain. Run* 
 
 He could hear them now, their deep throaty growls, and he knew the end was near. 
 
 *Run. Death. Pain. Run* 
 
 He looked back and saw movement in the trees, silhouettes of muscular, quadrupedal forms blundering through the thick underbrush. They were so close he could smell them, their thick, choking musk. It smelled unnatural. 
 
 *Run. Death. Pain. Run* 
 
 A fallen tree. An obstacle. He jumped and stumbled to regain footing. Time lost 
 
 *Run. Death. Pain. Run* 
 
 One of the creatures leapt, taking him down with it. It was much smaller than him, but *strong*. The others followed suit, enveloping him, biting clawing, growling. It was over, he lost the race, and his life was forfeit. 
 
 *Run. Death. Pain. Run* 
 
 A painfully high note penetrated the night air, and the creatures slunk back, off of him. He felt a faint glimmer of hope. Then he saw it. A much larger figure, the master of these monsters. He carried fire and death in his hands. 
 
 *Run. Death. Pain. Run*
