Prince Valium (continued)

Well, you figure, it's too late to save Little Red, but at least you can try to make the forest a much safer place. You swing the axe up into a ready position and crouch low.

"Alright, wolf," you mutter, "I'm ready for you."

The wolf, jealous of his meal, starts to growl low in his throat, seeing you as a threat to his dinner. He gets into what you recognize as his ready-to-pounce position, and you begin to really know what fear is.

Hoping that you're one step ahead of the wolf, you begin a hard and heavy swing of the axe, but before you can even finish the first half of the arc, the wolf leaps at you and sinks his teeth into the sensitive flesh of your throat.

Pain. Unbearable pain.

And that is the last thing on your mind, when all of a sudden, your world turns to black.