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was at
his shoulder, as if they were working together to rip him in half.
The attendant still had a lot of struggle left in him, but the dogs
were winning.
    Awful way to go.
    Lou started the engine. As he backed up the
van, George's already precarious grip slipped away, and he tumbled
off the front of the vehicle, crushing a tiny dog beneath him as he
landed on his ass. The pit bull went for his face.
    He punched it away, but the blow barely
seemed to phase the animal. George extended his thumbs and thrust
at its eyes. He missed by a few inches--and missed getting his
thumbs bit off by even less. He elbowed the dog just like he'd
elbowed the other one. It had the same lack of effect.
    "Hold it steady!" said Lou from above.
    George looked up. Lou had rolled down the
passenger-side window and was pointing his gun at the dog.
    "Don’t--!"
    Lou squeezed the trigger, firing a bullet
into the dog's forechest. The dog flopped off of George and lay on
the cement, flailing and whimpering.
    "Don't shoot!" George shouted. "There's gas
everywhere!"
    "It was killing you!"
    "It wasn't killing me, it was attacking me!
Don't fire bullets when there's gasoline spilled on the
ground!"
    "The gas station guy did!"
    "He wasn't near the actual gas!"
    "I saved your life!"
    "Put the gun away!"
    George got up yet again, though this time it
was quite a bit more difficult.
    "Move!" Lou said.
    Before George could move, Lou fired another
bullet, shooting a medium-sized black dog that had been racing at
George.
    "I said stop shooting!"
    "Then get the hell out of danger!"
    George turned to check on the woman. She
hadn't shut her car door. In fact, she was no longer in the
vehicle. She was running toward the gas station attendant, which
seemed like the exact opposite direction in which a young woman
who'd already been mauled by a dog should be running.
    The attendant wasn't struggling as much, but
he was still alive. The woman had something in her hand.
    Lou reached through the open window and
smacked George on the arm. "Get in the goddamn car!"
    That was an excellent recommendation. Lou
scooted back into the driver's seat as George opened the passenger
door, got inside, and slammed the door.
    As the woman rushed over to the
attendant, the dog that was ripping apart his legs let go of its
bloody prey and turned on its new victim. She blasted it with a
dose of what was looked like pepper spray, and the dog howled and
ran off in the other direction.
    Before she could get the other dog, it tore a
huge strip of flesh out of the attendant's throat. George winced
and slapped his hand over his mouth. Even if he wanted to be a
hero, that poor bastard would be dead within seconds.
    The woman sprayed the dog. It yelped, but the
pain wasn't enough to keep it from tearing out a second piece of
the attendant's throat.
    Lou sped forward. The van bounced as he ran
over one of the dead dogs. "Get the lady!" George said.
    Lou drove up next to her, George opened his
door, and she jumped inside the van, squeezing onto George's lap.
He pulled the door closed most of the way, then threw it open
again, bashing yet another Doberman in the face. Then he closed the
door and, tires squealing, they sped out of the gas station and
back onto the road.
    The woman began to sob. "You'll be okay,"
George assured her. "We'll get you to the emergency room. They'll
fix you up."
    "Did you see what they did to that man?
He...he...I don't think we can help him."
    "That was the weirdest thing I've ever seen,"
said Lou. "They couldn't all go rabid at once like that, could
they? I mean, do you think they escaped from a medical center or
something?"
    "No idea. Not a clue. Jesus." George hurt in
several places and wanted to check out the extent of his injuries,
but he couldn't do it with the woman in his lap. He did glance at
his wrist, which had a couple of puncture wounds, but the blood was
seeping instead of spraying so he figured he'd be okay.
    Clang ! Clang ! Clang !
    George cursed under his