I woke up. I was cold and my head hurt bad. I was laying in something wet and warm. Blood. Terrified that it was mine I felt every inch of my body searching for a cut or a scratch anywhere. Nothing. I was clean in every way. Despite my lower havebeingnnnn soaked in blood. My head still ached badly. I suppose I must of slipped on the blood, fell, and knocked myself out. I looked toward where the blood went. Outside. Through my smashed patio door. I guess that must be why I woke up. I whistled for my dog Rex. He's a husky and pitbull mixed. Rex is well behaved, but extremely energetic. I was surprised I didn't wake up to him licking my face. Rex didn't come. I don't want to think this is his blood, but I have to follow it. I need to be sure. Maybe whatever crashed through my door sliced itself open, and Rex just went after it. Either way my best friend was missing and I need to find him. I made my way back up stairs went and washed the blood off me got dressed and put on my boots. I opened my bedside drawer and pull out my dad's magnum. I never learned the names of guns, so I don't know what kind exactly. Just how to use them. I also grabbed the flashlight that's in there. I made my way out of my destroyed patio door, and down the stairs that come off of my patio. I slipped and fell at the bottom. I got up and turned around expecting to see my evesserated dog behind me. It was just the big mud puddle that always accumulates at the bottom of the stairs after rain.
