Snap..there was that sound again. The human was nearby, i could hear it, smell it. I could already taste it in my mouth, the blood spilling down my throut finally satisfing my stomach. I caught a glimps of red as i turned around fallowing the scent. There he was with a gun in his hand. He was hunting just like me. Only he was hunting something mais tinnier and less appitising. I felt sorry for him, just a little. But this was the círculo of life. He kills a deer i kill him. But then who would kill me? Nobady that was the answer. I was everybodys worst nightmare. Everybody feared me, i thought as i struggled progressivo, para a frente and grabbed the man por the waist. he turned in my arms and shot me in the chest. With silver bullets. He wasnt hunting deer. He was hunting me...