What the duce? I opened my eyes. The sky above me had turned red and the sun gradually but quickly ran toward the horizon. I was laying there on the grass, the same place I stood just moments ago. I tried to stand up. I cant? There was an unremarkably heavy object reclining on my legs. I lifted my upper body to see what it was. OH MY GOD! It was a dog, a bloody dog. I pushed the thing away, and got up with a haste. HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! Dead bodies. Bloody bodies. I took a good look at my hands, it was me. All me. I kill them. Just then there was an intense sharp pain coming from my calf. I look down. There was a huge bite mark. Blood was still gouging out. Well at least I wasn’t invincible, I thought as I chuckled to my self. But this was no time for chuckling. I had killed nearly 50 people, counting those dogs. The cry for survival was eminent, and blood wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to get out of the situation. I wanted Carlisle.The hunters now have something to hunt me for. I quickly tried running away. Crap! Why isn’t this wound healing? The aching pain from my leg made my condition even worst. Well at least I made it to the road. I took a look around, no cars, no humans, no blood, no help. Oh man, I forgot! Dog venom kills. I’m a dead man. Giving up all hope, sat on the curb and awaited my long time friend, Death, to lead me to the land of Sin.
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