Ice Wolves

"Bob's right," you say.
Jon sighs. "This is what I get for hanging out with younger people," he growls, rising. "Okay, so how are we going to do this?"
"We'll tackle them and grab the knife," Bob replies. "Then we'll stab every one of those SOB's!"
"I'm in," you say. "I'm all for killing them! They killed Amanda!"
"And James!" Bob added.
With that, you let out a war cry and run out of the room, your fist above your head. You hit the nearest one, sending it to the ground with a muffled whimper. You fall on top of it, punching it with all your strength, but something picks you up off of it and pushes you against the wall. It growls in your ear before repeatedly banging your head against the concrete. Your head bleeds severely, and you suffer a major concussion. But that's nothing compared to what your attacker does next. It picks you up off the ground again and sinks its teeth into your throat. Then it pulls, ripping your throat out of you. It swallows it whole as you slowly die of suffocation.
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