Escape of the Cryptids

[Frisk E. Coyote]

[Highway]

The coyote sighed as the wind ruffled his damp fur, slowly drying him off. It felt good, considering the heat of the sun had almost killed him. He couldn't wait to immerse himself in cold water so he could give his nose a rest, grab the biggest cheeseburger and fries he could find, gorge himself on it, and maybe just sleep for a whole day. That was what he expected from the end of his tour, not spending a month trying to escape a doomed city of mutant rapists.

[Ayla's Apartment]

All Ayla could do was yelp out feebly as the she felt the cryptid's powerful claws wrap around her toned, slender waists. She squirmed and struggled pitifully, and found it to be useless. Even if she wasn't dizzied by his blow, she didn't have the strength to break out of his grasp. "Sam- don't-" She pleaded, placing her hands on his as she tried to push herself out of his grip.