Chapter 9: Chapter Eight

I was released into an old street that had everything but a living being.

The streets were so old that there were more pot holes than coal tar, and then there was the wrecked old cars plus piles of wrecked old cars that seemed arranged and intentional.

Thes only thing that there was more of were the trees and grasses. You could see many of them growing out of the walls of the buildings and some sticking out from the window seeking light.

Where the fuck am I suppose to go to?

I stared on.

From the side of my eyes I could see something cautiously prowling towards me. 

I turned to it to find an abomination. Something that had no business been alive. 

It was now snarling and you could tell that once upon a time in it's life it was once a dog.

Now it's body was rotten with a hollow by the side revealing broken ribcage, and it's  face so grotesque that it's gone beyond description. The part of its mouth that was torn though shows a missing fang it still had enough to petrify anyone.

My nightmare was indeed turning into a proper nightmare now. 

It's snarling grew even louder, and I could hear movement from within the wrecked cars and something distant from the buildings across the streets but I knew I couldn't take my eyes off the dangerous caricature of a dog to check. 

The dog became more threatening, baring more of its nasty fangs. The hairs on the back of my neck sprang up and I felt my hand clench tighter on the club. 

This was no fight or flight situation. I didn't want to turn my back on this thing and at the same time I didn't want to attack it either but I knew I didn't want to be around to find out what was waking up around me. 

It's eyes followed my hands as I carefully dropped the backpack, and then on my face again.

The noise around me was getting louder, and I could spot movement from my peripheral but I would not be distracted from the dog which seemed intent on me and weirdly intelligent for a creature with a big hole in it's head. 

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I took a slow step back watching its reaction. 

It didn't move. Just kept snarling with a focus gaze on me. 

I took another one but with a bigger stride, and it kept snarling. Waiting.

More movement were coming at me, and something just fell off from the window of one of the buildings across street.

Heavy fear was crepting up on me but the funny thing was it wasn't of  the dog showing aggression. It was of the things approaching me that I couldn't see yet. 

Most of my life has been of fear. I was made from it, especially after what I did two years ago, but with time I learnt that it feels less if you close your eyes and remain calm. I was trying my best to remain calm now but I couldn't. Neither could I close my eyes because something tells me that the moment I move my eyes this thing would certainly pou--

It hit me. 

I took another step backward but not as a retreat. I took a step back as one would do when they are relaxing into a perfect batting position. 

The dog still didn't move and the things around seemed close enough to give the distinct form of a human. 

I made a show of turning their way, but only slightly. Not even enough to get an image, and surely enough the dog made an unnatural leap at me. 

I swung the bat as hard as I could, hitting the dog fully on the side of the face and sending it flying and slamming hard against the Shelter's wall.

It was satisfying but when I saw it stand right back up, shook its head like it were waving off fleas, and then with the feeling of a crowd around me I knew I was dead. 

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