It was a cold winter morning. The ice fresh on the grass. Damon rides on a bus home, he red hoodie over his eyes as he slept, and his music loud in his ears. As cold as it was he wore gray three fourth shorts just under his knees. Sneakers muddy from his walks to the bus stop. He sat at the back to keep most of his attention off him. He liked the silence in his music, and would sometimes talk to a friend or two, but not often. The bus arrived at his stop. The familiar red sign on the dirt road with a tree line just behind it. A sight he always releshed when he left school. Today seemed different to him though. There was a different feel in the air then the almost Christmas smell he could easily identify. No, something was gonna happen today that would change his life.
He stood up to get off the bus and headed for the door. As he past the door he bumped his head, something that happened often even though he made note in his head to always duck. "Again Sasquatch, haha, atleast twice with this guy," a small kid said, he ignored him and hopped off.
The bus drove off and he stood there rolling his headphone up and put them in his pocket. He put his hands in his pocket and smelled the air. Yeah definitely something different he thought. He turns around and something catches his eye just in the wood lining.
He takes small steps across the road and drops his hood off his head to reveal a head of black hair that feel in front of his eyes. He brushed it back and stepped in the woods.
He something run by nearly knocking him over. He keeps his balance and looks around. He here's rustling up ahead in the dark foliage and heads forward.
After awhile a sharp pain hits the back of his head and he falls to the ground on his stomach. Before going unconscious the last thing he sees is a pair of black claws and then nothing.
