If there was one thing Dred was really good at, aside from terrorizing others, it would be running. Most people think that muscular men like Dred are naturally slow. It could be true, or as Dred begged to differ that night in the woods. It could be damn false. Especially when one was being chased by a gigantic man-wolf thingy.
The trees flew by and the wind howled loudly as if in competition with Dred's thumping heart as he ran like hell. His eyes were wide in fear. His breathing was labored and his muscles ached ad he moved like a man chased by death. Which was exactly the case.
