Chapter 15 - Drunken Night

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"Yo bro that party was so crazyyy! Ehh.."

One of my besties groans as we walk outside the bar like a small zombie apocalypse. We have been partying all day and night for our class reunion. It's been like, a whole ass year since we graduated and boy everything was a typhoon.

We say our goodbyes and I'm about to walk away when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Arree youu shure you want too walk home alooone?" One of my classmates whisper to me.

"Nah, I'll be fineee" I chuckle drunkenly and walk away.

My head is dizzy as I struggle to walk in a straight line. The noise fades as I walk on the sidewalks. The world around me spins. I dunno why the police aren't coming for our asses when we have a curfew but hey at least we had a great time.

...

I bump into many things as I try to find my way to my apartment building when I feel a hand grabbing mine.

"H-Huh?.."

I see a person in a hoodie grab my hand.

"H-Hey David.. why are you grabbing my hand??" I chuckle and hiccup. "No homo dude.."

The person looks around me before he suddenly pulls me and we run into an alleyway. As we stop, I laugh loudly.

"Hahahaha, we gonna make out here? Haha-"

The person suddenly covers my mouth with his gloved palm and then I see his other hand holding a knife. For a moment, the moonlight shows me who he is.

...

Wait.. she looks familiar. My heart drops as I recognize the female beastwoman and I snap out of my drunken state.

"H-Hey.. L-Listen.. I-I'm sorry for posting that video online back then!" I say in a muffled voice.

"Well.. it's too late to say sorry.. The last words you'll be hearing is.."

I then feel something sharp enter my chest and I look down to see her stab me right in my heart.

"Fuck you.." She says in a hush voice.

Her knife leaves my chest and her paw lets go of my mouth. I flop onto the rough ground and struggle to let out screams of pain as my whole chest feels like it made air get stuck in it.

I try to stop the blood from flowing by covering my stabbed wound but it's too late; I can't stop it. I also begin to spit out blood and every breath I try to muster brings me more pain.

I slowly look up at the familiar person in front of me. Her red eyes glaring into me. For a second, I catch a glimpse of her evil smile. I've never seen her smile before but this one signifies that she likes what she sees.

She then slowly walks away from the alleway and coldness surrounds me. Everything around me fades, with my heartbeat only remaining.

...

It has stopped.

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