[ WP ] Your car has broken down in the middle of the night on an extremely isolated mountain road in Kentucky . An unknown creature is stalking you as you walk to town . Describe the encounter with the unknown creature . How do you survive the encounter ?

The old drunks were right. There was something that lived in these hills. I should have listened to them. They said it was dangerous to drive alone at night in this part of Kentucky, but I was determined to make it to Bowling Green as soon as possible. 
 
 I knew I had taken the wrong turn out of Pikeville when the asphalt had turned into a dirt road. When you add the fact that it was raining rather hard, you begin to understand how I got lost. 
 
 Now I was stranded in the middle of a thunderstorm on this road. I cursed my car when it sputtered to a halt in the middle of the muddy road. It was probably the alternator. I had a suspicion that the damn thing was about to go out. Call it a gut feeling if you will. 
 
 I pulled my phone off the car charger and waited for it to load. Bluegrass Cellular did not want to work in this weather. Oh, and I was `` roaming'' within my area of coverage. Wonderful. 
 
 I sighed with frustration and shoved my phone in my pocket. Maybe I'd find signal if I got out of here? I popped open my glove box and grabbed my pistol. I knew better than to wander around in the potential wilderness without a gun. 
 
 I tucked the gun into the waistband of my pants and pulled my jacket on. I pulled my keys from the ignition and flicked the little key-chain flashlight on. Good, it still worked. 
 
 I stepped out of the vehicle and began my trek down the muddy road. This was not going to be pleasant. I could already tell that the storm was n't going to let up for awhile. I could always go back to the car and wait out the storm yet, I could n't help but get the feeling that would n't be the best of ideas. 
 
 It was n't until I had lost sight of the car that I began to notice that something was following me. I tried to calm my welling anxiety and kept walking. Whatever it was, it could probably smell fear. 
 
 *Great. * 
 
 I kept my free hand on the butt of my pistol and surveyed my surroundings. It was hard to see through the sheets of rain that pelted my face. I threw my head from side to side in an effort to pull my jacket's hood down a little further. 
 
 A clap of thunder made me stop. The lightning that followed illuminated the woods around me. It was then that I knew I was severely outnumbered. In that brief moment of illumination, I could see the creatures - dog-like with massive canines. They were n't wolves or dogs. Neither of those creatures walked on their hind-legs. 
 
 *Fuck! * 
 
 I kept moving. This time, a little bit faster. Surely to God I had n't driven too far from the road. Had I? 
 
 They knew that I had seen them and now they were playing with me. They would dart behind me and on occasion one would howl. It was unpleasant to feel like prey. 
 
 Another flash of lightening and I saw asphalt in the distance. I dropped my composure and made a run for it. I was not going to get eaten or whatever these things had planned for me. I could hear multiple feet splashing through the mud behind me. It seemed that these things did not want their prey to escape. 
 
 My flashlight was growing dimmer. I remember thinking that this sort of bad timing only happens in the movies. Nevertheless I clutched my flashlight and pushed myself to run harder. 
 
 A strong impact hit my back and I was sent flying into the mud. I rolled over just in time to avoid a clawed hand. Scrambling to my feet, I pulled my gun out and flicked the safety off in one fluid motion. 
 
 The thing turned towards me and I fired, striking it in the chest. I only succeeded in pissing it off. It roared and came bounding towards me. I cursed aloud and ran again. I knew its friends would be close behind it. 
 
 I could hear multiple howls now. I think they had gotten the scent of fresh blood. *My blood*. 
 
 Another swipe knocked me down. I was instantaneously pinned to the ground and I could feel the creature sitting on my back. I struggled to keep my face out of the mud and tried to look for my gun - it had been knocked out of my hand as well. 
 
 I saw, just feet in front of me, the asphalt road. I had to figure out how to get there. I had another gut feeling, this time about the asphalt road in front of me. At least it was a good feeling this time. 
 
 I was flipped onto my back by the creature, nearly losing my breath at the sight of it's yellow eyes. I had one free hand. The other was pinned under the creature's leg. I blindly felt around on the ground for something, anything, to use against this thing. 
 
 The sounds of its howls filled my ears. It was summoning the others, I just knew it was. Oh my God, I was going to get eaten. I just knew it. It was going to- 
 
 My hand rested on something metal. My keys! I grabbed my keys and the pepper-spray that was attached. There was no time to think, I flicked the lever on the pepper-spray and pushed it down. 
 
 The stream of red-hot pepper, although mixed with the torrents of rain, was effective. The thing was caught off guard and clawed it its own eyes. I was able to wriggle free from the beast and made my way onto the pavement. 
 
 I coughed from the pepper-spray residue and stumbled. Another flash of lightning revealed my pistol. I sprinted towards it and prayed that it still worked. 
 
 I grabbed the pistol off the ground and swung around. Once again I was face-to-bloody-face with the creature that had hunted me. It was still somewhat rubbing its eyes but it kept coming towards me. 
 
 *Son. Of. A. Bitch. * 
 
 I backed up slowly across the road only to stumble over a stick. I landed right on my ass, but I did n't let that stop me from scurrying backwards. The thing still progressed slowly. It was toying with me again. I raised my gun once more to shoot. 
 
 Before I could fire a shot I heard a very loud horn blaring. The screeching of breaks and a flurry of flesh and fur exploded before my eyes. The beast had been struck by a... semi? 
 
 Lucky for me the semi had n't been hauling a trailer and was able to stop. I heard more howling in the distance but for some reason, I knew the other things would no longer pursue me. I wearily stood up and took a few shaky steps towards the semi. 
 
 The driver was unhurt and was headed my way. I collapsed on the ground and began to retch. He rushed to my side and held my hair back while I vomited. 
 
 He was saying something. I did n't understand at first, being half-deafened by the howling mere moments before. 
 
 `` Are you okay kid? Jesus! You're bleeding!'' He was saying, `` Come on kid, let's get you to the hospital.'' 
 
 I just nodded and followed him to the truck. With his help, I climbed into the passenger seat and violently trembled. I leaned my head back and breathed deeply. I was alive. 
 
 I did n't notice that the man had climbed into the truck until I had a blanket thrust into my lap. A click let me know that the door were indeed locked and, although I'm sure those things could rip the doors off, I felt a sense of security. 
 
 `` Here kid, let me look at your back. You're bleeding pretty bad.'' The truck driver was saying, `` I used to be an EMT. I can patch you up before we get to the hospital.'' 
 
 I nodded and let him treat my wounds. I knew I was bleeding, he did n't have to tell me, I could feel the blood trickle down my back. I buried my face in the blanket he had given me. The soft fibers was like a luxury I'd almost forgotten. 
 
 `` What's your name kid? Huh, strange name. Well, I'm Dave. I'd heard stories from the drunks in town, no doubt you did too, but hell if I ever believed them. I guess you found out the hard way huh?'' 
 
 I nodded. I did n't want to talk. I was still too shaken to really say or do anything. 
 
 I woke up the next morning to the beep of a heart monitor. It seemed that Dave had been true to his word. I was in the hospital and I was incredibly thankful. There was a nurse in the room, smiling at me. 
 
 `` Good morning miss! You've certainly had a rough night.'' She chirped, `` We're just going to ask you a few questions to make sure you are well oriented and then, if you feel like it, we have someone who would like to speak with you.'' 
 
 After the little orientation test I agreed to see these people. They were men in black suits. I was sure they were government officials. I agreed to tell them my story. 
 
 `` The old drunks were right. There was something that lived in these hills. I should have listened to them. They said it was dangerous to drive alone at night in this part of Kentucky, but I was determined to make it to Bowling Green as soon as possible.''
