My heart dropped as soon as I read the text damn It is already starting he always heard the coyotes that lived in the woods across from the cranberry bog that made up the backyard of his house.

I don't think they are coming right now I thought they only came at night it barely 2 in the afternoon I decided to leave the bathroom where I had stayed to get information from the system.

Weapons I definitely need weapons, what the hell would be good against a coyote? I definitely need to keep my distance from them a gun would be best but I don’t have a gun at my parents house.

Oh god where are my parents I stopped halfway down the stairs as that crushing reality hit me square in the face. My dad is boston with all those people it is definitely a mad house with everyone losing their mind over the system but that was an hour drive away and he had problems right now. My mom was working downtown she should be easier to get to once he dealt with his own issues.

I bolted down the rest of the stair into the garage and looked for anything useful as a weapon. Old rarely used bikes, sports gear and beach chairs littered the space. He went into one pile of old lacrosse sticks until he found the one he thought would work best.

“This should keep them off me” I said to no one while gazing at the hollow black lacrosse shaft. It was 5 1⁄2 feet of aluminum metal was used for defence, keeping the offence at bay with its long reach to poke and prod at the opponent. It should work for keeping mutated beasts at bay.

I heard a horrified scream and went to a garage window to see my next door neighbors family in their car, and a coyote that seemed to be feverishly clawing at the widow from its perch on the hood of the car. I Was glad the the coyote seemed to be unable to get access to the family of 4 when it appeared to feel mygaze on it and turn its head to me.

I jumped back from the window in a panick and ran back into the main part of house with my weapon in hand. I felt much safer with actual wall around me than a flimsy garage door. At this point I had mostly calmed down when I heard a gunshot bang from outside.

I slowly crept over to the window and saw the neighbors rushing out of their car and back into the house with a dead coyote in the driveway blood pooling in what I assume it a gunshot wound on its chest.

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“Nice” I said to myself smiling happy the family made it to safety. I watched more coyotes appear creeping up the hill. They crowded around their dead brother sniffing and I began to feel a little pity for them when they all started ripping into the body tearing it piece to piece all 13 of them struggling to get a share.

I looked at the metal shaft in my hand and realized that if I faced even two of them with it I would end up dead and ripped to pieces.

How much have they even evolved I began to think they don’t look any bigger as far as he could tell maybe it doesn’t happen as fast as he had imagined. Would it be better to try to kill them now before they evolved further?

No how could I kill them even now this is insane. I need to get into the basement and hunker down, but that was the moment when all of the coyotes stopped eating and began to shake and squirm like dogs rubbing an itch. The first to recover stood up and trotted over to the neighbor's porch and sniffed the door. Then pawed at it like a dog trying to get the attention of its master. This would have been fine if with my now fixed eyesight I could see a long deep scratch on the door, deeper than any claw had the right to be.

More of them were recovering from whatever overtook them and went to join their brother at the door clawing it in a frenzy. I felt a wave of dread as the coyotes began to chip away at the sturdy wood door piece by piece until the first was able to crawl into a small whole created by his claws.

I crept low in the window not wanting to be seen, but needing to know how the family would fair. All of the coyotes were now up and piling into the house directly across from mine. I heard the first gunshot not 4 seconds after the first coyote entered the house. 4 more followed and then silence.

I let out a breath that I hadn’t realized I was holding and sat below the window pulling my knees into my chest. I didn't need to guess the fate of the family 4 shots for 13 coyotes. I held the shaft close to my chest and tried to fight back the tears that were beginning to fall from my face. I can’t help them now and couldn’t before either, those sick fucking beasts were ripping them to shreads and fighting over the spoils of a happy family.

“I need to get help I can't do this” I said to myself. An escape plan forming in my mind, they were distracted by the family I could get into the family car and go find help, but where would people go in a time like this? The best place I can think of is the school where those who lived on the beach went for shelter during the hurricanes that sometimes wrecked the massachusetts shores.

I bolted away from the window and into the kitchen shaft in hand and grabbed the keys out of the dish where we kept them. Even with them distracted I felt the back door would be better than the loud electric garage door.

I sprinted out of the hours rounding left to the side of the house and stopping at the corner. Peaking over I could see that all but one of the coyotes had entered the house to get their meal. The last seemed to be still writhing and struggling on the ground. I steeled my terror and got ready to book it to the car only feet away.

“3...2...1” I whispered to myself dashing over to the red honda pilot keys in hand. I fumbled with the car door lock not wanting to use the key fob because of the noise unlocking it makes. With shaking hands I managed to unlock the door and hopped into the car placing the shaft in between the seats. I put the key in the ignition and tried to start it up.

“Oh god no,” I said aloud when the lights turned on but not the engine. I tried again but while I heard some noises from under the hood the car didn’t budge and refused to start. I kept trying in a panicked frenzy with the key in the ignition trying with all my might to start the damn thing, as if be shear will the car would start.

That's when I heard a growl next to me and looked out the driver side window to see a coyote looked me dead in the eyes.