A massive orange paw suddenly appeared to your left and you froze like a statue, if you had been found escape was futile, the row of lockers before you offered no shelter and may as well have been an endless wall. The other three sides of your bench were just open floor. Crossing that flat expanse was pointless. Tigers were supposed to be fast to begin with and this one was as big as an office building. You’d never stand a chance.
The sudden slam of a metal door made you wince the paw’s twin came into view and to your relief Fangmeyer had turned away and headed for the back of the room. With each casual step you could see more of the tigers retreating form, bare legs gave way to a pair of blue shorts or boxers it was hard to say, then the fur of its lower back. A white towel came into view next, slung carelessly over a broad shoulder. Just as the tips of Fangmeyers ears were no longer obstructed by the roof of your hiding place offering you a full view of the felines body. The tiger slipped into one of the shower stalls and drew the curtain. The towel flopped over the curtain rod and was joined by the tiger’s blue shorts a moment later.
As the hissing of water came to your ears and steam began billowing over the top of the stall you found your feet. Leaving was the first thing that came to mind, but it also felt like a waist to just go without getting anything for your trouble. Looking around you started to find other places you could use to keep out of sight. A chink between two lockers across the room, a laundry hamper by the last shower stall, a discarded mop head just a few yards away. Although to you it was more like a couple of hundred. Looking back to the door you wade your options. While a strait shot to the exit would take less time. Taking cover and working your way around the room might be safer and even gave you the chance to achieve your original goal.
With a huff you stretched your legs and prepared for another dash. It wasn’t like you had a time limit or anywhere better to be. For all you knew someone might be waiting for the tiger out there. Better to find a more discrete hiding place and wait it out just to be safe. A few steps from your first resting place you slowed your pace. The sound of melodic humming had come from the direction of the occupied shower. You and half the fans of the movie could never really agree on the tiger’s gender, but now it was pretty obvious and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face when Fangmeyer started singing. There were differences from the song you knew, but you still recognized it.
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