'This is a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.'

Nico A. Abelino ducked under a low hanging branch. The twigs and leaves brushed across his face. His legs burned and every breath left him far too soon, yet still, he ran with all his might, fueled by desperation and adrenaline.

His face and arms were scratched up from running through the underbrush, he hopped over a fallen log and made a sharp turn to his right in an attempt to throw off his pursuer. The low growls from behind proved his efforts futile.

It was horribly cold, his breath forming a mist that started to fog up his glasses. Every step followed by the soft crunching of snow beneath him. He could barely hear the rapid steps behind him, yet he didn't need it to know they were closing in on him fast. He has been running for half an hour now and he was quickly running out of steam. Was this it? How his story came to an end? Dropped in the middle of nowhere and eaten by wolves?

Shit. What a crappy story. It's so bad he wanted to cry. The author, God, was a damn retard. Who the hell just kills off the protagonist like that?! Where's my cheat?

Delirious from fear and his incoming death, Nico ranted and cursed at his fate while turning to face the pack that has been chasing him. He grabbed a nearby branch as he braced himself. He wasn't going to go out without taking one of these assholes with him.

A quick head count showed 6 of them. They slowly inched forward while surrounding him. It was too late to change his mind and try to make a break for it. He kept his back to the tree and kept them all within the edge of his vision so he wouldn't be caught off guard.

The one on his far left suddenly rushed towards him. He reared back and swung the branch like a baseball towards its head. It was a direct hit on the side of its head and earned him a whimper of pain, but unfortunately, he barely did damage as the branch was too thin and flexible, it bent when it connected and lost a majority of its force.

Shit.

While he was busy with the first, another had pounced him from behind. The unexpected attack and sudden added weight made him fall flat on his face. He lost his grip on his weapon as his arms flailed. He felt a sharp pain on his back as the creature took a bit out of him. He quickly rolled on his side and elbowed it. He felt it connect with its ribs and thankfully got it off him.

He didn't know why, but the other 4 didn't attack him while he was down. Maybe to keep watch for any opportunities trying to steal their meal, maybe to watch him struggle as entertainment, or maybe they didn't feel he was worth the effort. He didn't know, but he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

He scrambled up to his feet and looked around. His stick was flung to the side and there was no way he could reach it before the wolves got to him. Better to just stand his ground than show them his back again.

Both wolfs had gathered up side by side this time. They seemed more cautious this time as instead of rushing him they slowly inched closer and observed.

Should he try to climb the trees? Wolfs can't climb trees like tigers, right? Won't they get bored and leave him alone after a while?

He spent a moment seriously contemplating the idea before giving up, he couldn't feel his fingers, he was more prone to falling on his ass and getting mauled than escape if he was to try.

What could he use? All the rocks were buried under the snow, and there was no branch he could reach. There was nothing in his pocket besides his wallet, car keys, and phone. Should he throw everything at them? The wolves were only 30 feet away now, he had to act fast.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

Remembering a schoolyard fight from his childhood he took off his jacket and wrapped the sleeves around each fist. Then he reached down and got a handful of soft powdery snow.

The cold was that much worse without his jacket to block the winds, but he would get eaten way before hypothermia would set in at this rate.

The two growled before charging at him. He waited until they were a mere 6 feet away before acting. A handful of snow to the eyes blinded the wolf to his left. The other one continued forward lunged for his thigh. Dodging to the side, he wrapped his jacket around the throat of the beast and choked it out. Its power was great, but being yanked on the throat and without its momentum, it was no match for his strength and weight.

He had to act swiftly while the other one was still incapacitated and the four wasn't acting yet. He had no clue if they would suddenly interfere or not. He tightened his hold on it before tugging sharply, shoving it towards the trunk of the tree behind him.

A loud thud echoed in the clearing, a bark of pain, yet he didn't stop. Another blow and a whimper of pain. Again and again, he repeated this with all his might, the sound of it's suffering encouraged him. Eventually, he heard and a crack and felt something give way. The wolf's skull was broken.

His victory was short-lived, as claws raked across his back leaving behind bloody lines. He turned around and found a new one had joined the fight. He couldn't tell them apart from appearance but he was sure the one who attacked just now was the blinded wolf. There was just the slight hunch to it's back, something aggressive in its stance he couldn't consciously pinpoint, but could sense nonetheless.

He charged towards them. One circled around trying to get to his back, but he ignored it. The one in front had pounced towards him and he rolled under it. Turning as quickly as he could he grabbed onto its tail while still on the ground. He tugged it until it fell. He slammed a fist onto its joints and heard a satisfying crunch of a broken bone.

Something hit his side. A scream. It took a moment before he realized it came from him. The furry bastard took a chunk out of him. He felt a sudden wave of warmth as his blood dripped through his shirt. Shit

He got up on unsteady feet away from the disabled wolf and faced his aggressor. The bloody thing swallowed as it stared at him, licking its maw clean. It was taunting him. Rage and fear overcame logic and reasoning as he let loose a loud battle cry, startling the beast and giving him enough time to tackle it. In a tangle of arms and legs, they both fell down. He punched, kicked and clawed at it in reckless abandon. Any passing by would be hard pressed to figure out which was the real wild animal as at one point he even bit at it, tear its ears clean off. Judging by the pain on his right hand, he must've broken a finger or two punching it.

He was a dead man walking but damned if he'll go alone.

The wolf soon stopped moving, it was a mess with chunks missing from its ears, a lost eye, and lost patches of fur, whether it was unconscious or otherwise he didn't know.

He himself wasn't a pretty picture, he felt faint for blood loss and had gained a whole bunch of wounds. His vision was blurry and blood kept flowing into his eyes from a deep gash on his forehead.

He rubbed it off on his forearm and that was a fatal mistake. The moment he took his eyes off the wolf it dashed at insane speeds. Jaws like steel traps clung to his arm and its momentum knocked him flat. His head slammed into the ground and almost knocked him out. He almost wishes it had.

With immense force, he could feel it breaking his humerus. He's almost certain this was the one he threw snow at.

He almost let out a laugh at his fate. Tears streaked down his face and the taste of iron was heavy in his mouth. He wasn't sure if it was his or the wolf's.

He let out a deep sigh, dense white vapor floated up to the skies. There was a grim and broken smile on his face as he finally gave up. He had given it his best shot and made the stupid beasts pay their price in blood. There was nothing more he could do. Even when he had been surrounded he felt a faint hope of somehow getting away, some miracle. Yet, it was for naught. At this point, he couldn't even so much as move his fingers anymore.

It was truly a ridiculous situation he found himself in and he couldn't help but chuckle despite the pain it brought.

Yet, it wasn't funny when the wolf broke his funny bone and tore his arm clean off. It flew up in a long arc in the sky before landing with a heavy thud. Whatever unknown force that kept the other wolfs from coming seemed to disappear at that moment. Howls echoed throughout the clearing as they all descended upon their fallen prey.

The last thing he saw was bloody maws and haunting glow of the moon as he was ripped apart.