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On My Own
He was running.
Corn plants everywhere around him. They blocked his way, made his flight even more difficult.
His foot got caught in something and he fell.
For a brief moment Dean just lay there, panting and staring up at the few specks of star covered sky above him.
He tried to forget the massacre just a few hundred feet behind him. The dead kids and all that blood.
Dean heard the feral growl of the ghoul.
He got up on shaky legs, though the searing pain in his right ankle let him nearly lose his footing again.
Goddamnit, that hurt!
Add that to all the other wounds this thing already had inflicted. The severe blood loss slowly but surely took its toll on him.
Damn, to hunt this thing alone was a really bad idea! He should have told Sam where he was going.
He just had to make it back to the Impala. There he would find the weapons he needed to roast this thing.
The bittersweet smell of decay intensified by the minute. It let him gag.
A new wave of pain let his vision tunnel for a few seconds.
He had to get outta here – fast!
End
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