Maybe this isn't the best idea you've ever had, but after all those years of dealing with your sister Kelly, you aren't going to put up with bullying anymore.

You've never really been a fighter before (Trying to protect your face from Kelly's couple attempts to disfigure you don't count) so it isn't surprising that when you throw a punch at Razor she easily dodges and catches your arm.

"Oh ho! Harley Quinn has some fight in her! Good, didn't want this to be too easy!" Razor says and throws you to the ground. Before you can get up you feel a kick to your ribs.

Lacking any other tactics you lunge at one of Razor's legs and sink your teeth into it hard enough to draw blood.

"AH SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK!" Razor yells trying to get you off of her leg, at this point her friends step in to help pull you off. You're dragged off and restrained while Razor takes a moment to examine her wound.

"Goddamn it! Shit!" Razor exclaims looking at the fairly deep bite wound you've left.
"I thought you were a human pincushion, what's the matter can't handle a few little teeth?" you ask spitting blood in Razor's direction.
"Hope you enjoyed yourself, because that's the last time you're going to be using those pearly whites. Say hello to eating through a straw from now on, but look on the bright side, the next time you engage in your favorite past time of sucking clown dick, they won't have to worry about getting scraped." Razor says and starts to walk toward you, but suddenly Roofie stops her.

"Alright that will do Razor, I saw what happened and I'll not have unnecessary strife in this carnival! Go back to packing down your stage!" Roofie scolds.

Razor looks at him a moment and then you and then waves to her friends to let you go.

"One day you aren't going to be running this show Roofie." Razor says as she leaves with her friends.
"Maybe not, but that day isn't today." Roofie says.

As you get up and try to brush yourself off, Roofie slowly walks over to you. He already smells like alcohol.

"Well Suzy, first Ranko, now Razor, looks like you're just making friends all over."
"It's not my fault! I didn't do anything to her!"
"I know you didn't, you alright?"
"Yeah, but now I probably got a target on my back, one of many probably since Razor isn't the only one who hates me around here."
"Yeah I've noticed. Just because I'm half drunk most of the time doesn't mean I'm not aware of what goes on around here. Listen some of the negative feelings that some have for you will die down in time. You seem to be getting along with your new clown co-workers very well though. You spent the night over in their trailer despite the fact you have your own."
"I only did that because I didn't feel safe sleeping alone last night. There was a really creepy big guy staring at me all day yesterday, I dunno maybe I was just being paranoid."
"Hmm, did you wish to bunk with them or even someone else then? I mean I can make arrangements if you feel uncomfortable sleeping alone."
"No, I appreciate the fact you gave me my own trailer. Besides, given all the new friends I'm making, I'd be safer sleeping alone and bunking with Klepto and the rest, well I get the impression that would cause other problems." You say.
"Okay then. Well, I'll let you get back to your trailer. We'll probably be ready to go just before nightfall so I'm sure Lifto will be around then to hook this thing up to one of our trucks. So until then just enjoy the downtime."
"Wait, aren't I supposed to be helping pack up the carnival?"
"You? Nah, the rest of the guys can handle it. Really I get the impression they wouldn't let you do much work anyway what with them all being enamored with you and all. And the dwarves got the overall pack up covered. Always have, it's what they do. Backbone of the carnival and all…and all a bit of a waste of time given what's to come, but hey we do what we know." Roofie says and leaves.

A little more cryptic future doom prediction by Roofie, you get the impression that's his general personality, but at least he's always pleasant with you.

With no more distractions you arrive at your trailer and that's when you begin to feel nervous again.

First of all the door is slightly ajar. You also notice a couple things out of place from last time, not to mention it looks like someone spent some time in your bed and soiled it with their "essence". Your cell phone that you left here is also gone, but given that its batteries were starting to die and you wouldn't have Bobby to pay for it much longer it isn't much of a loss. Someone was definitely here last night. You don't know if it was Ranko, that big creepy retard staring at you or someone else, but either way you dodged a bullet.

You half expect the person to jump out at you from some hidden spot, but that doesn't happen. Whoever was here, probably left before the morning, and probably when they realized you weren't coming here.

You re-check all the trailer's locations (even if it isn't the biggest place) and block the door with a chair before feeling safe enough to shower and get changed.

Afterwards you go through the mundane process of actually cleaning up the trailer. You figure if you don't need to help pack up the carnival, you can at least spend your time clean up your living area. (First thing is throwing out the befouled bed sheet)

By the time you're finished it's the afternoon and you're tired again. You're still not used to being awake so early and you didn't get much sleep last night so you lie down in your now cleaner bed and shut your eyes for just a bit…

You don't know how much time passes while you're asleep again, but when you do wake up it's to a loud thumping at the door.

"OPEN UP BY ORDER OF THE U.S. NATIONAL GUARD!"

National Guard? What the hell is going on?

"Hold on, hold on, I'm getting up!" you shout.
"Open the door miss or we'll be forced to bash it open!" a voice calls back.

Not wishing to potentially get shot you comply and upon opening the door several national guardsmen stand outside.

"Come with us miss, we need you all together for your safety." A young soldier says guiding you out.
"Where are we going?" you ask.
"Just to that big tent over there. Don't worry, this is all for your protection."

Somehow you don't quite believe that, but when you scan your surroundings, you see that the carnival appears to be under control by the National Guard so there isn't much choice but to comply. You don't know why or how this came to be, but from some of the military radios you overhear it sounds like riots have broken out in your town. Is this some sort of martial law?

When you arrive in the big tent, most of carnival is there. Most are sitting at tables and complaining about this fate. You see Roofie actively arguing with one of the higher ranking soldiers who looks utterly unmoved by what he has to say.

"Goddamnit, just because people are rioting in the town doesn't mean any bullshit is going on here! We're not even locals! We're just passing through and were about to leave!" Roofie says.
"Yeah I heard you the first time, but my orders are to secure this entire area and will be under watch until further notice. Now I suggest you get out of my face before I stomp a mud hole in your ass clown!" the officer remarks and walks out of the tent.

You go over to Roofie.

"What's going on exactly?" you ask.
"End times like I always knew would come Suzy. Just didn't figure I'd have to spend my last days stuck under the gun by a bunch of fascists! These government dickheads think they can control what's coming soon, when they really can't control shit. These fools don't even know they're all really just puppets for that fucking Ground Zero corporation that's been shilling bomb shelters ads all over the damn place."

This is definitely a new side you've seen of Roofie, he's really mad. He's also really drunk even if he's pretty coherent. You see Klepto and the rest waving you over.

"Why don't we just go over there and…"
"Y'know what Suzy? There aren't even that many of these fuckers. It's a skeleton crew at best. I bet we can take them. I mean we certainly outnumber them."
"What?! Are you nuts? They're armed with machine guns!" you say.
"And? So a few of us die? We're ALL gonna be dead soon anyway, why wait? Better to die on your feet than live on your knees. Seriously, all we gotta do is get a couple of those guns away from them and it already evens up the playing field. Seriously you think they're probably going to let us live anyway? They're probably going to line us up like baby seals and blow our brains out by tomorrow. I'm telling you I'm getting our own troops in order to rebel tonight."

Roofie seems pretty intent on going through with this plan, the only thing you can think of to do is either try to help or try to prevent the violence.

You prevent the violence

Roofie's plan isn't going to accomplish anything except get a bunch of people killed, and you could be one of them! You think fast.

"Uh, okay Roofie, let's just go over here and get the battle plan together first okay? I'm sure Klepto and the rest are going to want to hear this first."
"Hrgh, okay. You don't need to guide me damn it, I'm not that drunk!" Roofie says and pulls his arm away from your hand.

When you get to Klepto's table he and the rest know something is wrong when Roofie starts going on about "bum rushing those government puppet bastards." Shrimpy and Fatty both attempt to calm him down, but he's not having any of it.

"What the hell is going on Suzy? Roofie's talkin' crazier than usual." Klepto asks.
"He wants to have the entire carnival attack the National Guard, do something before he causes too much of a scene." You say.
"Do something like what? You don't mean kill him do you?!" Klepto asks.
"No! But I dunno maybe knock him out to buy us time and he can sober up or something. Lifto, knock him out." You say.
"Me?! Why me?" Lifto asks.
"Because you're the strongest of all of us and I'm guessing you could do it in one hit. Just do it, before he gets all of us killed!"

Lifto's a little reluctant and probably wouldn't do it normally, but it the situation does seem dire enough so while Roofie is continuing to rant at Shrimpy and Fatty he punches Roofie in the back of the head, knocking the older man completely out and falling into Fatty's arms.

Some of the other carnies have witnessed this, but they don't seem to do anything about it. In fact it just goes to show how little most of them respect Roofie in the scheme of the things. Sort of a shame.

"Holy shit, did you have to punch him so hard? He's an old guy! You might've put him in a coma!" Shrimpy remarks.
"I just did what Suzy told me!"
"Alright look, I didn't want harm to come to Roofie either, but the guy needed to be silenced for at least a moment. I think the bigger problem we've got is the other carnies. I get the sense that they think Roofie is no longer a factor in the leadership role, so expect a power play. We all need to stick together for protection."
"What about the National Guard? I mean shouldn't we be worrying about them?" Lifto asks.
"The National Guard is what's keeping this carnival from exploding into an orgy of violence right now. Nobody's going to risk pissing them off by causing problems, well not now at least without Roofie's plan of stirring them all up." You reply.

"Well what the hell do we do now?" Klepto asks.
"I don't know! I mean I'm just thinking on my feet here! You all told me that we're the most hated group in the carnival, so we should make friends somehow? Shrimpy, do you have ANY pull with the dwarves?"
"Pull? I suppose I have enough for me, I mean even as a clown deep down I'll always be a dwarf. But as I've mentioned before I can't promise anything for the rest of you."
"Well I dunno, do some diplomacy or something. As for the rest of us, we need to just stick to our table and look after Roofie, and make sure he's doing okay throughout the night. Maybe I'll try to charm one of the soldiers or something. The key thing to remember is we need to survive this together."

You never thought you'd start sounding like your older brother Ben with the whole survivalist shtick, but if it helps thinking like a paranoid person then you aren't going to dismiss such thoughts.

As night starts to fall the mood in the large army "quarantine" tent grows more restless. Two guardsmen remain on duty at all times though they're not exactly happy about the situation either. You do manage to get friendly with one of them by the name of Roger and extract a bit more info.

Roger tells you that you and the rest of your carny friends shouldn't worry too much since this is just a formality. He says that things are much worse in the town and expects his unit will be transferred to support his fellow guardsmen there in a day or two. At which point you'll all be free to go.

Hearing about the mass riots in town makes you wonder how things are going for your family. You're almost sort of worried about them, even Kelly, but there isn't much that can be done now. Hopefully they've found some sort of safety.

"Is this going on everywhere?" you ask.
"Well I don't know a lot of detail, I'm just a grunt in the scheme of things, but things are getting pretty bad, I mean haven't you heard the news lately?" Roger says.
"Not really, sort of disconnected from the rest of the world lately." You say.
"Well world tensions have been really high, it's like every country is gearing up for world war three and domestically people have seemingly gone batshit insane with regards to the rules of common decency and morality. I guess a lot of people are just scared and I can't blame them on some level, but we still need law and order. Surely you can understand that right?"
"Sure." You say in agreement since you'd rather not make any potential enemies of the military even if it is just one grunt.

In any case Roger smiles when you agree, you get the impression he's just as concerned being out here. After a few more pleasantries, Roger says he really needs to get back to "standing guard" and not talking to you as his superior is a real hard ass and he doesn't want to get into trouble or you for that matter. You thank him for the talk and head back to your colleagues.

Of course some of the carnies seeing you get "cozy" with one of the guardsmen makes them even dislike you even more and you occasionally hear mutterings and name calling by others. Razor hasn't taken her eyes off of you the whole time you've been here. She's obviously got her sights set on you, regardless of what goes down, she's just waiting for opportunity.

On the plus side when Shrimpy returns he says that while the dwarves are going to make their own play when the time is right, he's managed to convince them not to attack the clowns as long as you stay out of their way. (And apparently they're ONLY extending that courtesy because of Shrimpy's ties as well you being…well you, though the female dwarves predictably don't like you too much)

The night goes on and while everyone is in a heightened state of readiness nobody can stay awake forever, so eventually people start falling asleep though its mostly in shifts for most groups and you are no exception.

Eventually though when it's your turn to sleep, you try to find some sort of comfort on one of the many sleeping mats provided. It's pretty much impossible, but exhaustion helps you along.

Eventually you drift off…

Next day…

THURSDAY


Several gunshots cause you to wake up.

"What the?!" you say still staying on the floor.
"Shhhh! Quiet!" Klepto remarks and points over to the one in charge of the guardsmen. He and five others stand near the tent entrance with weapons out.

"I don't give a shit WHO started the fight or even why! You carny freaks can tear each other apart after we leave, but until then we're here to maintain order and by god that's what the fuck we're going to do! If I have to break up another fight for any reason, next time the shots aren't going in the air!" the officer remarks and leaves. The other guardsmen continue to stand near the entrance watching everyone who eventually all sit back down.

"What the hell happened?" you ask.
"Razor and some of the others got into an argument with Phil and his friends." Klepto says.
"Who's Phil?" you say.
"He does that fire eating stuff. Anyway, they kicked his ass and just as things were going to get worse, the guardsmen came in and put a stop to it like you just saw. Looks like the battle for control over the carnival is already starting."
"Surprised we didn't get attacked then."
"Well like Shrimpy said yesterday, we've got dwarf protection for now, but who knows how long that arrangement is going to last."
"Can't believe I slept through a fight, where's Roofie?"
"Oh him? He's still over there out of it, even the gunshots didn't wake him up." Klepto says pointing to Roofie, who then surprises everyone.

"I'm quite awake Klepto, I'm just resting with my eyes closed No point in getting up at this point anyway. It's obvious this carnival has lost respect in me; I'd blame you all for smashing me in the back of the head last night, but that was really just a catalyst. (Sigh) Doesn't matter, I predict that we'll all be dead in two days at best." Roofie says.

"Roofie, we really didn't want to do it, but you were talking crazy with your idea of attacking the military. Your plan would've gotten everyone killed." You say.
"And that may still happen if recent events are any indication. At least with my plan I would've died with the carnival intact rather than seeing it splitting up before my eyes."

Nobody else really knows what to say at this point, so you all just get silent and continue to converse with each other.

"So what's the next move?" Klepto asks.
"I dunno, escape I guess? Can we get to one of the vehicles quickly and drive off?" you say.
"Good luck with that given all the guardsmen on high alert now." Fatty points out.
"Yeah I don't think we're getting very far." Lifto adds.

You sit down and exhale wondering what to do next, but you can't really think right now. It would seem that due to your more proactive suggestions and Roofie's apathy you've somehow become the "leader" of your little group now. You hadn't really planned on that.

"For right now, we're just going to stay put, I'll try to think of something." You remark. The rest of your group lack any ideas of their own, so they comply with your plan (or lack there of).

Time passes and you mostly do a lot of casual conversation and mental speculation of what might happen "if you do X." You half expect someone else to try to escape, particularly when they say they need to use the bathroom, but given that they always return under the same guard they left with it would seem nobody has the guts to really try it, not even Razor.

Nobody else in your group comes up with any plans either, but you do notice Shrimpy occasionally heads over to the group of dwarves. He claims he's just securing the "alliance" but you're more inclined to believe he's just trying to secure his own safety. So far though the dwarves are still supposed to be on your side.

Roofie has continued to lie on the sleeping mat not saying anything to anyone. You still feel a little bad about betraying him especially given that he not only brought you into this carnival and liked you enough to give you a personal trailer, but also that he potentially saved you a lot of pain when Razor was going to kick your ass.

You go over to talk to him.

"Hey Roofie." You say.
"Hrm, hey Suzy." He grunts.
"Are you okay?"
"Me? Well other than not having a drink all day, I'm fine. Just been making peace with my life I suppose." Roofie says.
"Roofie, I'm still very sorry about…"
"What? Having Lifto wack me over the head? I've forgotten about that or rather I've rethought my own stance on that. You probably were right, I mean sure I would've rather died like that, but that was sort of selfish of me to want to use my last bit of dwindling influence to get everyone to follow me. Would've especially been a shame if you'd gotten killed in the crossfire. You're actually very talented."
"You're just saying that."
"No it's true. I didn't make my decision to hire you based on looks or on a whim. In the brief moment you've performed as a clown you were good. I mean it's obvious you're even a leader with how you got the other clowns hanging on your decisions. (Sigh) If only you had come across this carnival sooner. Things might've been much different."
"Well I'm not sure how much of a leader I am, because I can't think of what comes next." You say.
"You'll figure out something I'm sure. One thing though and while I don't hold out much hope, if you can somehow keep this carnival together…do it. I know the current situation isn't the best and I know you haven't exactly been welcomed by everyone, but I see something in you that would feel fulfilled if you could experience the carnival like it once was. Like a family."
"A family?" you say with a smirk.
"Hey like I said, you came in during the family fight. And that's what happens in families sometimes. Family fights are always the most vicious, but after it dies down, sometimes the family unit can be stronger than ever. And I think you could be happy if you can keep this family from tearing itself apart completely. But you'll have to be the one to do it. I don't have it in me anymore."

At this point Roofie touches your hand and you pat his before leaving him be again. You wonder if this is more of a last request by a "dying" man rather than looking out for your personal fulfillment. Still, you think he's genuine and sure it would be nice if the entire carnival became the happy family you never had, but you just don't think that's going to be possible.

You look around and see nothing much has changed except a changing of the guards. One of them happens to be Roger, which makes you think of a possible way you could escape. The only problem is it's going to rely on being more "charming" than you already have been with Roger and that could potentially get you into a situation you don't want to be in.

You go to Roger

While you hope you don't have to go too far, if it means getting the hell out of this place, then maybe that's what you'll have to do because whether the National Guard leaves or stays the fact remains, you're not the one to lead this carnival like Roofie thinks you are and you feel your life is in danger.

You start to walk over to Roger.

"Hey where are you going?" Klepto asks.
"Not sure yet, but don't wait up." You reply and continue walking to Roger.

When you get to Roger you're all smiles, poses and charm.

"Hello Roger are you doing well today?" You say in a friendly tone.
"Hey, Suzy. I'm okay I guess, but I really wish your friends wouldn't cause so much trouble. Somebody is libel to get hurt. My commanding officer isn't exactly the tolerant type and I think you saw that earlier."
"Yes, I did. I was so scared. In fact I'm scared of the whole aura this place is giving now. It's becoming very violent, but I feel so much safer being near you." You say and start to touch Roger.

At this point Roger is smiling back at you, but his buddy nearby is a little less approving, though you imagine its jealousy more than anything else.

"Roger, we're supposed to be keeping an eye on these carnie freaks, not fraternizing with them."
"What's the harm Ernie? I mean she says she's scared. What, you think she's going to clobber me in the head and take my weapon? Come on, stop being so paranoid. We shouldn't even be here anyway."
"Orders are orders…ugh. Whatever, I'm not going to watch you make goo goo eyes at some carnie whore. I'll be outside this tent, try to keep your eyes on the detainees and not on her ass the whole time." Ernie says and steps outside the tent.

"What a rude person. I'm glad you're not like that." You say now with your arms wrapped around Roger.
"Well you know, I treat people the way they want to be treated." Roger replies.

As distracted as Roger is, he's actually keeping it together better than one would think. He keeps a tight grip on his rifle and an eye on if you're going to attempt to grab his pistol. He also periodically looks away from you to make sure nobody is taking advantage of this situation. (Which Klepto and the rest look like they were going to do, but realize they're still too far away to rush at Roger before he could shove you aside and open fire)

Though your plan wasn't necessarily to save everyone, but rather yourself.

"So Roger, what's a girl gotta do to get out of here?" you say seductively.
"Well, like I said we should be gone later today or tomorrow at the latest."
"Too long and anything could happen within that time! Can't you do something? I mean I could make it worth your while." You say and run your finger across Roger's chest.
"Suzy, look, I'd really like to help, but…hey!" Roger is interrupted when you grab his hand.

You bring his hand to your face and closing your eyes, you insert his index finger in your mouth and slowly suck on it making "mmmmm" sounds.

This scene hasn't gone unnoticed by more than a few carnies watching you. In fact the predictable calls of "whore", "slut" and worse are uttered your way.

Roger on the other hand is practically speechless.

"I…uh…shit…" he says and then pulls his hand away staring at his finger for a moment.
"Awww….but I wasn't done sucking on you…" you say and flutter your eyes a bit, trying to look as cute as possible then you whisper in his ear:

"Take me back to my trailer and I'll show you the REAL greatest show on earth." then you lick his ear.

Roger immediately calls in Ernie loudly. Ernie rushes in with his weapon ready to kill something.

"What?! What?! Are they rioting again?!" he exclaims.
"No. But I REALLY need a favor! You need to watch these people and if the commander checks in on us, tell him I had a to take a shit really bad."
"What…wait… Oh fuck no! You're gonna go fuck this little carnie whore aren't you? Goddamnit Roger!"
"Come on Ernie, you can't help me out?"
"Motherfucker, I'm always helping you out! I don't understand why you can't just fuck the bitch right here. Not like these people are shy and from the looks of her, she looks like it wouldn't be the first time she's gotten fucked in front of a live audience." Ernie remarks.

You know, while you've gotten used to the baseless comments about you being a woman of loose morals, it still hurts sometimes.

In any case, Roger is not a man to be deterred from his lust for you right now.

"Alright, fine. I didn't want to hold this over your head, but you leave me no choice…" Roger starts to say, but whatever the threat is, Ernie doesn't even let him finish it.
"Oh fuck. (Sigh) Don't even say it. Fine. Go. Go. Go! And don't take too long, though I imagine in your case that won't be a problem." Ernie says defeated.
"Thanks man! Seriously I really will remember this favor!"
"Hrm. That you only got through blackmail."

As you and Roger leave, Ernie says one more thing.

"Hope you've got condoms, because lord knows what diseases she's got being a carnie. Her kootch might turn your dick into a fucking Siamese Twin or some shit."

"How the hell does that even make sense? Fucking asshole…" you say and start to get angry at Ernie's comments, but Roger just take you by the hand to go back to your trailer.
"Don't mind him. Let' hurry though, because we don't want to bump into anyone else. It isn't like I got leverage over everyone like I do with Ernie. So where is your trailer?"

You tell him the location and the pair of you are heading over in that direction fluctuating between being "stealthy" and running.

While you're doing this, it occurs to you that you have to think up your next move. Are you really going to let him fuck you? Roger is distracted enough that you probably could grab his side arm to give you enough time to make a run for it, but while Roger might not shoot you immediately (And that's rolling dice there) there's nothing to say the other nearby Guardsmen won't and you know they'll be alerted as soon as you try to run away from Roger.

Of course if you really are willing to make that ultimate "sacrifice" for freedom, Roger might even help you out a lot more in your escape attempt. Of course he could turn out to be a complete asshole and march you back to the tent after he's had his way with you.

You make a break for it

Roger is so busy keeping a look out for running into his buddies and getting to your trailer he's now suitably distracted and while you're so close to him, you easily grab his pistol.

"HEY WHAT…" he exclaims as you back away quickly and hold the gun on him.
"Drop the rifle!" you shout. He doesn't though.

"Shit. I should've known better. Ernie's going to have a field day." Roger says.
"Sorry Roger, but I really need you to drop that rifle!" you say.
"…nah…if you had it in you to shoot me, you would've by now. You've never shot a person and this whole situation is scary to you. You're hoping your sex appeal will be enough to carry you through this and that I'll be weak willed enough that I won't call your bluff and just shoot you dead right now."

That's an incredible amount insight for someone you thought was nothing more than just a horny grunt. Unfortunately he's pretty much on target.

For a moment there is a pause and you look at him hopefully, you even manage to start tearing up a bit.

"(Sigh) Look, I told you we were going to leave soon, I dunno why you feel the need to go through this elaborate escape plan when it really isn't necessary. Just hand the pistol over and we'll head back to the tent."

You're too scared of what might happen if you just surrender, so all you can do is continue to aim it at Roger.

"Suzy, I'm not fucking around now give me the…" Roger begins to say and moves towards you. With his rifle slightly lowered and his hand outstretched, you nervously fire two shots at him. At this range you don't miss even though you're in a heightened state of anxiety.

Roger falls to the ground with two in his chest and doesn't move, you've killed him.

"Oh my…oh god I'm sorry…(Sniff)" you say.

The shots of course have drawn the attention of the other guardsmen. You hear shouting which is getting closer to your location, so you run.

You hear more shouting followed by gunfire. At first you think they've seen you and are shooting at you, but that isn't the case when you start to hear a few screams.

Now you're even more scared as you have no idea what's going on. Did the carnies take advantage of this situation and start to fight back? You have no idea, but you don't intend on sticking around.

You duck and hide the best you can through the small maze of trailers and vehicles. The screams, shouting and gunfire are now accompanied by unnatural growing. Like animals of some sort.

Unfortunately as you reach the far end of the carnival limits you are ambushed by something skulking behind the corner of the last trailer you were passing and the pistol goes sprawling out of your hand.

You don't even know what it is, except that you're on the ground and it's on your back breathing heavily and making that growling sound you heard. You then feel teeth sink deep into your shoulder.

Pain and fear both rise up in you for a moment as you struggle to get free, but this thing what ever it is has a strong grip and with one of its hands it smashes your face repeatedly into the ground into your struggling becomes less, then it breaks your neck before feasting on the rest of your dead body.