Okay, there I was, in a narrow street, with cars parked in front of the houses, trees that had grown tall and had thick foliages. During the day, I'm sure they'd have looked quite nice, but at night, with me scared shitless and the dread of seeing open gates, it only made for an even scarier picture. The brightest light was from the lamp posts that illuminated a rather narrow area below them. Imagine a spot with light, then almost pitch black. Then another light, then darkness.
I walked in, because I was sure the cholos were still looking for me and going back there would spell a major ass kicking or maybe death if one of them felt like it, or had a little slip. In I went. Into the realm of the dogs. The first block was silent. Nothing came out. The second was silent as well and nothing came out either. I noticed there was a trashcan full of rubbish. I noticed something long coming out of it, pointing upwards I had been looking for something to use as a weapon. Finally, I found a semi decent implement. A stick! I walked to the trashcan and pulled it out. It was an old mop. It smelled to high hell, but hey, a weapon is a weapon, right?
I placed the mop against the edge of the sidewalk and kicked the lower part in order to remove the head of the mop. The crack was loud. Even louder in nearly complete silence. I felt scared someone would come out or even worse, a dog would notice me.
Nothing.
I swallowed a bit of saliva to moisten my dry throat and walked away with my new weapon. My nerves were killing me. It REALLY sucked, but I had to take it as it came. After all, it I was already in a mess.
My feet kept taking me farther and farther along those dimly lit streets. My shins hurt like hell after those kicks and so did my sides, right shoulder and head. All of that pain began making me feel anger. Anger at the fucker that kicked my ass and anger at myself. All of that went into walking. I came upon an open area. If I continued in the same direction, I would go into a pitch black zone. Same type of street, only even darker. To my left was an unused block. Dirt, dry grass and stuff covered it. The decision was simple. Going through the unused block was easy. I decided to take the sidewalk instead of cutting through the block, since there was tall grass and something could be hiding in it. I know snakes are fond of those places and some are very, very poisonous here.
Being cautious paid off. There I didn't come across anything by walking through that route... or NOT... There was an abandoned car that looked well from the side I approached it, but on the right, it was destroyed. There were no doors and there were a pair of stray dogs inside... WOW, WHAT LUCK! Both of them barked at me and when they did, I started hearing more barking coming from nearby houses. So much for silence.
I retreated a few steps while brandishing the stick as a makeshift sword in an effort to scare the dogs away. No luck. I was inside their territory and they were not letting up.
One thing dogs and wolves have in common is that they're canines, right? Well, they also have similar patterns for hunting. They began to circle me, trying to get in a blind spot from which to attack. They got to my sides as they growled. I couldn't keep my eyes on both at the same time, so inevitably, attacking one meant an opening for the other. Seeing I had no choice, I decided to take the initiative. I went for the one on my left and tried to hit it. It dodged, but I heard loud clicking sounds I knew well. The nails of the other dog as it ran towards me.
If there is something that videogames taught me is that the best way to avoid a linear attack is to move in a perpendicular trajectory. I had put that in practice several times at school when avoiding balls, paper projectiles and other assorted things flying in my general direction.
As I moved away, the dog passed me and gave me its back. I hit it with the stick on its right hind leg, causing it a lot of pain. I knew because the squeal was loud and high pitched. The second dog stopped, but still kept growling at me and showing me its teeth.
I walked away in the direction I needed to go, but still kept my eyes on it as I showed it the stick I had used to hit its companion. After a certain distance, the dog no longer tried to follow me, but it was too late. The whole street had its dogs awake. Loud barking from dogs in the backyards, gardens or... that place where cars go. I kept on walking for a long time and FINALLY came upon an important street. It was absolutely deserted. Only the stores had their lights on, but only so a burglar breaking in would be easily spotted.I kept on walking and walking. Stores and more stores. Closed but lit. At least I wasn't going to be surprised by something coming at me. There were also no cars parked, so it was pretty easy to walk by.
I came upon a park. Another residential area was ahead, but the street I was on marked the separation from that residential area and a commercial one. I decided to keep taking that route since I didn't want to run another of those risks.
The street was perfectly lit. No signs of any more dogs, but I was not going to part with that stick I had gotten. Not having a need for it right then did not mean I wasn't going to need it later on. I kept walking and walking for around 30 minutes maybe. Then I saw three tall guys. talking near a car that was parked close to a house and a small store. They had broken one window and had looted it. I saw them, so that made me a target for another asskicking. I had two options. Fight or flee. My later brushes with larger opponents had left me with a tremendous aversion to risk, so my choice was flee.
In order to see if they were going to let me walk away I decided to keep my pace, but kept my ears ready for the sounds of footsteps. I hoped they wouldn't follow me, but my luck had run out a long while ago. They were walking after me. I hastened my pace and so did they. I began running. They did the same.
More in part three.
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