Big Dog, Bad Dog

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Right at that moment Clarissa remembered Jeff Goldblum from Jurassic Park. She remembered his line about needing to go faster because the Chupacabra which was about the size of a large bull had been chasing them down various sewers and water ways for twenty minutes. Clarissa lamented all those years of ignoring physical education or any kind of physical activity. Gilbert was faster than her and he was almost triple her age, it was enough to make her feel very old. They came to a smaller room with a metal door, Gilbert waved Clarissa inside and slammed the door shut, the Chupacabra slammed into the door with its full force but Clarissa and Gilbert were able to keep it shut for now.

"Shit I should have popped a flare out there."

"Well just put it next to the door."

"Won't be enough to kill it, probably just scare it away to come back later." The Cabra slammed into the door again and Clarissa felt her grip slipping.

"Well away is better than what we are currently running into." Gilbert shook his head.

"Nah what we need to do is open the door briefly, throw the flare than close it again."

"No Gilbert."

"It'll work I promise."

"I dunno Gilbert this feels like when my dad thought he could change the water tube on a toilet before the water rushed in, except replace water with huge blood sucking dog wolf thing."

"Too late." Gilbert threw open the door and threw the flare towards the chubacabra, before hurriedly slamming the door shut again. The creature slammed hard against it, but they were able to keep it shut. "See like I said easy."

"You know one of these days we're going to have to talk about consent to crazy acts like that."

"I'll probably be long dead before that conversation happens, trust me." The creature kept banging on the door for about thirty minutes, each thrust felt weaker than the last when it finally just stopped. Gilbert waited an additional five minutes, and then opened the door to one dead chupacabra. Gilbert and Clarissa made their way above ground so they could use their cell phones and call the sheriff's department to get paid.

"See this is the kind of job I like." The sheriff was organizing people to collect the corpse, but he'd already approved the fund transfer. Gilbert and Clarissa were taking off their hip waders and getting ready to go home.

"Yeah smelling like shit and money."

"Better than just shit."

"I love this job."