Written by Caden for the 100 Word Challenge

We were two blocks away from main street when we ran out of gas. I don’t know whose fault that is, but I know my mom isn’t going to be happy since this her car. We got out and started walking. When we were about fifty feet away from turning on to main street when a girl burst around the corner, with a wolf at her heals. Jason jumped in front of the wolf and flicked his hand. The wolf fell, a sword in its gut. “Who are you?” I asked. Exhausted and breathing hard, she simply raised her fists.