• NO!! I tough. This cant be happening!! I couldn’t move. Terrified as I was. My leg was also broken, the bone sticking out cracking, as little as I moved. Blood was gushing out, out my lag, my nose, and even my mouth. Just gushing out like a bloody river. Flowing. Cruel I tough. Terrible. I started to laugh. How cruel can this world get?! I started coughing, puking the blood out. It disgusted me, but I had to deal with it. I had chosen my fate. I had chosen the same fate my fellow creature had. It was laying next to me. Limp. Dead. It had its eyes closed, but its face was glorious. I reached over to stork its now damp fur. I shrieked in pain. I was frustrated. I wanted it to end already! I reached again. Ignoring the fresh sent of new pain, that came with the careless move. But what did I care anymore!!! I wanted to stroke it. Caress it. I wanted to put its limp damp body on my lap, and hum to it. Sing to it. I wanted to cradle it. Kiss it. I loved it. But before I even got the chance to stroke its magnificent fur everything went black. And the time I was so desperate to come, came.