A Kill and a Foul

[Dyme]

My hand grabs the hand of the attacker, quickly turning it to his neck, noticing the stop of Gales innocent screams. By instinct, I slash the rust-coated knife in the mans neck. I growl from deep inside, knowing I had made my first kill in ages. I felt like crying as the two bodies laied infront of me began to form into wolves. I didn' cry, though. I deposited the residents of my stomach on what must have the assulters backpack.

I'm still crying by the time I reach the stream. I am dreadfully cold; without clothes, the desert air is freezing at night! I feel like shit, with only a knife for a weapon to protect myself. I drop my knife when I realize something, the town up ahead... It is my home. My feet pick up speed as I travel toward the town.

I enter the town, but I don't slow down. I keep watching the houses go by, most so destroyed I don't even know if they are houses. Finally, invoulantarily, I stop in front of a small, two story house with white walls and blue shutters. And instantly, I know that this is where I should be. I know that this place has a connection to me somehow.... Some how...

I wander inside and sit down on a red recliner. God, I'm tired. I lean back and fall asleep, asleep, asleep....