Lynn's eyes followed the point of the gun as it slowly moved from his neck towards the direction of some commotion around the fence, which separated the back lots of the coffee shop and the business beside it. The hand that was still uncomfortably twisted in his hair jerked a bit at every jump the man behind him made, which only made Lynn himself more jumpy with each passing moment. Out of the shadow leaped something that vaguely resembled a dog, and Lynn stood horrified watching folds of flesh separate to reveal about a hundred razor sharp teeth too many. An ear splitting shriek rang through the air, making him jump and sending icy chills through his bones. A gunshot followed soon after, and Lynn sprang in an attempt to break free while that<span style="font-style: italic">thing</span>was still choking on hot lead. The hand in his hair only tightened painfully as the creature recovered quickly, and the only thing he heard was another bone chilling shriek just before his shoulder and cheek connected hard against the broken asphalt beside them.<br/><br/>The adrenaline hammering through him now made Lynn all shakes and jitters, and rightfully so. The monstrosity was now turned towards him, the street light illuminating the slimy, gnarled flesh with a dim glow from above. Lynn was fairly certain he had left his Scooby Snacks at home today, so he ignored the pain in his shoulder and face in favor of scrambling back as fast as humanly possible. Tip money and wallet be<span style="font-style: italic">damned</span>he would be lucky if he could make it to tomorrow, safe from... whatever the fuck this thing was. The sound of movement was enough to set off the spring loaded not-dog in another leap in his direction, and Lynn scrambled back to his feet to break off in a sprint towards the cracked back door of the coffee shop.<br/><br/>"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh -- FUCK!" Lynn fell forward onto his hands and knees, and something was tugging hard at the back of his tan jeans. Flipping over was a terrible mistake, and Lynn only briefly wished that he had just let himself get eaten before looking at the maw of the monster up close. That was only for a moment, just before Lynn's panicked frenzy sent him kicking and screaming to get the beast off of him. Each kick was only enough to fend off rows and rows of teeth reaching and biting for him for a second, but no matter how hard he thrashed, Lynn couldn't release the beast's grip from his leg.<br/><br/>"Get it off of me!" Lynn yelled, hoping with every fiber of his being that the only man around with a gun didn't run away right after throwing him to the ground. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the gnarling teeth that were surely going to start eating his legs, but he would sell his entire life to still have his robber around if it meant that he still had a life to sell afterwards. Sweat trickled down his face the longer he struggled, and his jeans were showing tears and blood stains all around his ankles. The monster managed to grab one of his black work shoes inside it's mouth, and Lynn yanked back his leg. Freeing his foot of his shoe and his leg of claws, Lynn scrambled back to his feet while the dog was preoccupied with figuring out how to swallow his shoe.