Dug Deep

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        I ran. I continued to run as I heard the growls come closer. Please let me get through this. I don't want this to end with me knowing nothing about what the hell is going on. Then I was on the ground. I was being attacked by nothing. How is that even possible? I heard howls and moans, I felt the scratches all around my body, but when I opened my eyes, nothing was there. "Help! Please!" I cried out as I tried to get whatever was on me, off. 

         I slowly started to lose awareness of what was going on as I drifted. I didn't feel the the animal on me anymore, which didn't seem to matter. All I focused on was the feeling of all of my blood seeping out of the cuts that were dug deep by the creature, and how I was about to leave my life without knowing anything about it. The last thing I was acquainted with was knowing that I was being picked up, taken to who knows where.

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