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The night was quiet. The only sounds were the heavy breathing of the living beings and the crackling of the fire. The woman sat slumped in her chair, smoking her joint. She looked exhausted but didn't move.

Crack*

Everyone looked at the door. With a sigh, the woman stood up, reach for an axe that rested beside the fireplace.

Snap*

The noise was getting louder. The woman made her way to the door and then looked back at the animals. "Be good." She stated, then opened the door, stepped out, and promptly shut it tight.

"I haven't eaten in 11 fucking days!" A raspy voice complained. Looking in the direction of the voice, the woman saw a male figure within the tree line. As the figure came more into view, his features started showing. Blueish grey skin with long claws on his hands and fangs in his mouth.

They made eye contact, and a wicked smile spread across his face. "Finally, something to sink my teeth into!" The man laughed, lunging toward the woman. She raised her axe, the joint in her mouth was halfway gone, and it held firm between two lips. Pushing way from the house, the woman met the man in the middle of the yard.

She used the axe with diligence. Slashing, swinging, and trusting, she fought with her life. After a bit, she was able to knock the man to the ground and, without hesitation, swung her axe down on his leg, severing it.

She didn't waste time and went for his head next. Too slow, his leg grew back with a sickening pop, and he rolled away. The joint started to burn her lips, so she spat it to the ground and smugged it out with her boot. She lunged again, continuing the fight.


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