Bloody Involvements

Chapter 6:

I laugh to myself bitterly as I trudge to the nearest airport- Cairo. This just couldn't get any better could it? I now had to be worried about my only family left and my own safety...I was walking confidently and relaxed over and through the desert. I realized something my father had told me once, "We are all born again, to serve a purpose."

I was heading to Rome not only to see my family, but to be with them before THIS very cause happened. I hadn't seen them in years. This probably would've been the last until another decade or so...

Thinking of my family brought a sting to my eyes. I violently shoved the thoughts away. Maintaining my composure perfectly. I may only have been a decade or so old(a young one in vampyre years), but I was not raised normally....

I was taught to always be on guard so I couldn't allow myself to be distracted by seemingly petty thoughts.

I felt the cool metal of the throwing knife against my calf and the easy lightness of the sniper. I had calmed down.

Slowly, I let my senses take over.

I heard the scurrying of animals across sand.

The Nile River flowing smoothly.

The city of Cairo, people rushing around getting to hotels as the night settles in, others to jobs.

I seemed to relax further; getting overly confident I'm alone.

I don't hear it till it's too late, I don't notice it till I feel it ram into my side. Something large and very much taller than my five foot six height, rams into my side. A sharp pain shooting through me as I'm tossed across the desert like a rag doll.

In mid air I try to maintain balance and land on my hands and knees, but I'm not successful as I'm twisting into that position the pain runs a lap through my system. I cry out in agony- my leg bends back farther then where it should be; popping the bone out of place.

Finally looking down at my side I see a gaping hole- blood oozing. My blood.

"Ah, shit!" I scream as I seen a bone to my rib cage.

The creature had bit down to the bone and tossed me. I almost panicked, all thoughts lost on the pain shooting through my leg, but I forced myself to stay calm. Pulling the throwing knife from its sheath in my boot.

I wait, glancing around. I see the monster off in the distance.

What is it? I haven't the slightest idea...

It appears to be a dog, but the dog is triple a normal dogs' size. It smells of rotting meat and as my sharp eyes catch the dog-like creatures every detail it seems to actually BE the rotting meat.

I shake my head. Caught between laughing and panicking.

A zombie dog?? Where the fuck did that come from? And what are they thinking?

I watch the ugly beast. My rib cage wasn't quite healed; I could feel it working to reconnect tissue and veins back together. My blood clogging and skin starting to form back over my ribs. My leg I had to simply reset and it healed rapidly due there being no blood, no puncture wound, and it wasn't broken.

Standing fully healed, I cocked my wrist back, took aim, and let the knife whizz through the air at such a fast rate the zombie mutt didn't even know what hit him.

I watch, disgusted as my knife slices right through the dogs head and blood begins to squirt. I flash over to pick up my knife, grab it, and turn to leave when there's another dog.

I listen closely then and realize that there is about four other of these dogs besides the one in front of me. I snarl at the thing in front of me and flash forward, reaching to stab the thing in its chest.