Part 3

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 Your P.O.V.

You look out at the setting sun, your least favorite part of the day. It reminded you of the day it happened, they day it all went wrong. You didn't want to think about it any further so you turn away and hug Lulu tightly. Sitting in the corner of an alley, you put the stolen blanket over yourself and glance around constantly. You were so tired, you hadn't remembered the last time you had slept, you couldn't remember when you weren't scared. When you were happy and careless. Your eyes became droopy and you yawned, you could just rest for a little. Catching  yourself you picked up a sharp rock and scratched yourself with it, hoping the pain would keep you awake. Hearing a crack your head turns to the dark part of the alley, thinking you saw something move in it you deepen into the corner, sick of everything.

Just then a low growl sounded and something big jumped on top of you. It's ugly face inches away from your face, instinctively you kicked it off of you and ran. You were quite used to running now, since you've done the exact same thing millions times before, you run around the corner, then another one. You weren't able to shake it off though. You could feel its breath on your legs. It tried you grab your lamb that was dangling from your hand but you pulled it up just in time. You turn your head to look at what the thing even was, 'A dog.'  you decided that was what it was. Not paying attention, you tripped over a crack and fell down on the sidewalk, you tried to get back up real quick but the dog pushed you down before you could, it snapped at your face, you were pushing it away from you but you couldn't for much longer. The dog kicked at your legs, making scratches  all the way down. As you were just about to give up,

BANG BANG BANG

Three gunshots and the dog fell helplessly to its side, whimpering and bleeding. Soon after that the dog stopped moving all together. Shaking violently you turn to who had shot the dog, what you saw was a man with a red hoodie and horn-like hair. Tired out of your mind and hurting all over, everything went dark.


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Word count: 398

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