He saw the dogs run before they ran, their predicted trajectories flushed red like a laser pointer. It would be difficult, fighting all three at once. In his own world, he had learned to take injuries and play dead when he was outnumbered, only to rise up from the ground like the living dead and take his revenge. It was a strategy he didn't want to follow this time. He wanted it to be straight-forward. Clean.

He deserved a kill like this.

He drew his knife at the dog who lunged at him, seeking out its stomach.