It was a cold bitter mourning. However, for the rest of Chicago, this was the average January. As the wind blew freely outside, Talon stared at his computer. His in-box to be more specific. He stared at the picture attached with it. It was a dog... with a human smile. Talon read this story two weeks ago. It was known as Smile.jpg. "This particular story seems to have been written by a college student. A child at the least." said Talon. He simply shut his computer and began working on his stories on his watt-pad account.
Talon looked at the clock: 7:45 a.m.
Before he could get ready... he was already standing at the fridge... it was fully stocked. on the fridge was a note that was very disturbing. It read;
Shut the door. Your groceries might spoil.
Talon then felt an overwhelming pain in his skull. Then everything went black.
