Kelly ran as fast as she could, the towel that was covering her now laid somewhere near the side of the road, maybe about 100 feet from Jimmy. But she didn't care about decency at the moment, not when she was being chased by her [possibly] lesbian friend/fellow inmate turned werewolf with whom she had had an intimate moment with by sharing a rather brief kiss. Suddenly, Kelly's previous fears seemed like child's play to her. She had had a few close calls with death before, mostly traffic-related, but nothing like this. Kelly's adrenaline pushed her to run faster and farther away than she had ever ran before. But she also attributed it to the [i]new[/i] her. The transformation had affected her mentally and physically--both in and out of her new body, and she was glad she had that little advantage. If only she could outrun the werewolf as well.

Kelly knew that Czigani was closing in on her, but she didn't dare to look back. One missed step and it could all be over too soon. Unfortunately, her speed was no match for the werewolf's, and all it took was one effortless swipe to launch the relatively short girl threw the air before she landed on the grassy field with a loud [i]thud[/i], that which literally left her breathless for a moment before she was able to get her bearings straight once more. 

"Czigani, don't!" But she might as well have been talking to a wall as she felt a claw wrap around her thigh to aggressively turn her on her back. Kelly instinctively kicked at the werewolf with her free leg, then punched her nose. The werewolf yelped in pain and surprise, but it was quickly replaced by a low growl that made Kelly's skin crawl. She took the chance to push her forearm against Czigani's hairy upper chest area as she rolled on her side as quickly as she could, mounting the werewolf to hold her down with both arms.

"Snap out of it dammit! It's me!"

Kelly hoped shouting some desperate words at the werewolf would bring Czigani to her senses. If not, then she was as good as dead.