That thing was way too big to be normal, but as large as it was, it was also fast, and Matthew barely had time to turn on his heel to book it when it pounced.

Its weight and momentum sent him sprawling. His flashlight spun out of his hand, skidding across the hall. He paid no attention, too busy trying to kick the damn thing off or something. Dislodge it or get away before those claws he could already feel pricking started to dig in. It felt like he should've known what to do, except he really, really didn't.

In the rapid chaos, he hadn't missed the glinting canines.

Shit. Shit.