Walking down dark and eerie streets is not very appealing. Suddenly, a slimy sharp toothed person jumps into my face and I try to fight it off but it won’t leave. So I rolled over and smacked it and because of that it bit me. My hand is bleeding all over the wall, the pain in my hand hurts so much I will never be able to use it again. Dark thoughts start to cross my mind bad ones but I just need to keep fighting them. I hear my name then everything fades to black.