Night of No Return

 "Mom, do you know what's taking dad so long to come in?" I asked as I pulled my shoes off. My husband and I had just went out for dinner with my parents, taking separate vehicles, but my mom had come inside with me, while the guys stayed behind to talk about something.

"Oh no, I don't know. Is Erick here?"

"Actually, I'm not sure he is either."

Just as I was about to go check the front door, however, we heard a shattering scream and an unearthly sound that seemed to get louder. We looked out the window and noticed neighbors that were on their balcony had suddenly got up from their chairs, disturbed by the horrid sounds, and appeared to be calling someone, perhaps police.

Before I could even say another word, my mom got back away from the window, and I instinctively closed the blinds. I ran to the front door, all the while still hearing the disturbance echoing from outside. The voice of whoever was screaming had died down.

Upon getting to the kitchen, I noticed our dog, Goldie, nervously looking out the door. The closer I got, the louder the sounds got, of ravenous wild dogs that were outside and attacking my husband. Luckily, Erick seemed to be fending them off to buy some time, but I was worried. My heart raced, and hands were shaking, when I suddenly thought about the gun he kept on the top of the fridge "just in case". I got the gun and tried to open the door just enough to pass him the gun, all the while one of the wild dogs tried to push the door open, its big bulging dark head like a battering ram, pounding against the door's opening, and a deathly odor coming from its foaming mouth with teeth like razors. I tried to keep as far away from the dog's mouth as I could, but it was difficult. Goldie knew something wasn't right about those beasts out there, and whimpered as it stood warily behind me. 

"Take this!" I gasped as I held the gun out from the door, trying to reach high so the dog wouldn't grab it or bite my hand. I hoped to God that there were bullets in it. I hoped there were enough bullets.

Erick lunged towards the door to grab the gun, then BANG BANG BANG.

Three of five dogs were down. Two more were biting the pant legs of Erick and jumping at him, trying to bite him as he kicked them back. BANG BANG.

Just as a sigh of relief came over me, I looked at Erick's face, obviously weary from fighting the dogs, and noticed a strange gleam in his eyes just like the one the wild dogs had. 

"Oh no," I gulped.