batteries run dry

The gurgling, wheezy sound of something choking on saliva through breathless pants filled her ears. The dingo she was holding by the throat starting to stumble, knocking straight into its wet adversary who was snapping at her, trying to pull her off. But with her jaws constricting its windpipe, it was becoming lightheaded- vision likely blurring, until it tumbled over into the sand. Blood tricking from the corners of her mouth, the familiar pulsation of an artery tickling her lips. Tightening her grip, digging her fangs deeper. She held on until the dingo became still and lifeless.

Having regained its footing for a second time (dumb dingo), the wet dingo was coming at her again. Swopping by and grabbing her by the scruff, plucking her from the ground. Her head twisted, snapping at its chest. Grabbing a chunk of fur and flesh, but it wasn’t enough to make it let her go.

”Speech”