Attacked by coyotes, I was scared as hell Options

[Scorch]

Okay, you read the title right.

I had to reply to one of Corsair's messages before I could post this. And also, I didn't know quite where to post this, so whatever.

I was out yesterday after school, faaaaaaaaar out in the desert, to play a game of paintball with a whole lot of friends and some others I didn't know. We had fun, one guy busted a knuckle, but that was all that pretty much happened during the game. It was nearly night time, with only little bit of light left. It was getting really cold and quiet, and the wind was starting to pick up. I hear one of my friends on my small radio, telling everyone to get ready to leave, as it was extremely late. I get to the spot where the trucks were supposed to be, but find none. I can see the tire tracks, I look up, and in the distance I see them driving away. I scream out, and try to speak into my radio. I find that they turned their's off. Pretty messed up joke. I check my backpack, find I have two canisters of CO2 left, and around three hundred paintballs. I see I'm missing another two. I start walking untill I come across U.S. 54, and I continue down it towards El Paso. No one was driving that day, I don't know why, so I don't meet anyone who can drive me. I pull up my mask, as I am sweating, and wipe my face with my bare arm. Okay. I walk for a few hours, untill it's really dark. I had only the faint moonlight to guide me. Suddenly I hear some rustling in a dead bush nearby, so I turn and walk backwards, aiming my paintball gun in the direction of the noise. I hear a scratching behind me, as If a dog was running across the road. I spin around, and sure enough I see a wild dog. Two of them. I begin to walk a little faster, looking for those damned things. I hear a growl, running, so I look to my right and see a coyote running at me. Frantically I shoot at it with my gun, but it only slows the dog a little bit. It jumps at me, so I raise my arm to block it. It bites into my arm, I scream out, and with my left fist I punched it. It dropped and stepped back a few steps. I hear more dogs coming, from behind me, my right, my left, and in front of me. I can't tell. Something jumps up onto my back and knocks me down. I used my arms to break the fall, but I dropped my paintball gun in the process. The dog on my back tries to get at the rear of my neck, but the mask/helmet barely prevented the thing from getting at it. I try to stand, but another dog begins to rip at my left leg. In all the commotion I didn't hear my friends truck drive up, and I didn't see it, his lights were off. He honks and hits the pedal, scaring off the dogs. I get in, scared as hell, and he drives me off to the hospital or clinic thing on Fort Bliss, and because I was a military dependant, it was free. (yay) They check on me, and they don't find any form of immediate disease. I remained home today, but I just didn't think about the compter untill I heard a bus drive by my house. I then decided to tell everyone I knew across the web, including everyone here.

Can I call my "friends" friends anymore? What kind of jackass would leave some one out in the desert?

Anyway, I'm doing fine, I have but a few bite marks on me. Oh yeah, my dogs won't come near me anymore. *sigh*

[Scorch]

It was still a really f*cked up joke.

Also, I don't bring anything with me as I never expect to be stranded out in the desert like I was.