Lynn didn't have time to really assess the damage done to his feet and lower legs. One of his shoes was gone, and as he ran he could tell that the other shoe was probably torn to shreds. Despite this, and the blood now soaking into what was left of his work pants and socks, Lynn managed to keep himself upright as he was dragged sprinting towards one of the only other cars in the parking lot. He didn't bother looking back when he was shoved towards the passenger side. During the heart-pounding moments that he was waiting to be let inside the car, he refused to look to his left, even as he saw the beast moving closer to him in his peripheral vision. His hands started to shake violently as they began to yank on the door handle, and he could hear the loud, wet stomp of the beast's disgusting paws against the pavement. It couldn't have been more than a few feet away when the door finally opened, and Lynn slammed it shut just as it pounced against the car.<br/><br/>"Fucking drive, drivedrivedrive!" Lynn exclaimed, leaning as far away from his window as possible as he watched the beast paw and pounce against it insistently with frustrated noises. The car shook violently each time, only making it harder for shaking hands to guide the key into the ignition. Once the car was finally on and put into gear, tires screeched heavily against the asphalt before gaining traction. The slimy paws of the creature slipped off the side of the car when it took off, but not before dragging some final scratches against the sides with claws as strong as iron. His robber-turned-getaway driver turned sharply to exit the back of the parking lot, catching Lynn off guard. His arm flung out to reach for a part of the car to grab on to, which ended up being his door handle. The car sped down the narrow and broken alley towards the main road, and Lynn readied himself for the turn this time by bracing himself. They jerked in their seats as the tires rolled over the edge of the sidewalk and onto the street, and Lynn heard more screeching against the pavement. A wonderfully executed drift out of the dangerous alley, which left Lynn gripping hard onto the upholstery of his seat in terror.<br/><br/>"What in the unholy fuck<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>that thing?!" he yelled, running his shaky hands through his tangling mess of hair. His eyes scanned over the damage done to his legs and feet, which upon closer inspection could have been much worse than what was actually done. None of the cuts or bite marks were terribly deep, but some of them were jagged and torn. Blood was still flowing from most of them, so Lynn untied his apron from around his waist and slipped it off of his neck. It was probably the cleanest thing he cold use for bandages right now, and he took effort to fold the fresh stains on the outside of his makeshift bandage. Once he had it wrapped around the ankle with the most damage, he used the long straps of the apron to wrap around it several times, tying it tightly and securely. It would have to do.