I run and shove through masses of people in the streets of Amestria. I just witnessed the gruesome murder of my mom and sister. My cowardly father fled the scene. He didn't even look back. Finally, I reach a dark alley with a dumpster. I quickly duck behind the dumpster and break the dam holding back my tears. While I cry, I hear footsteps. They aren't light and quick like human steps, but heavy and ominous like something that's, well, unhuman. I quickly stop crying and hold my breath as the footsteps draw nearer. Finally, a thick figure stops right in front of my. Moments pass, and I still hardly dare to breathe. Suddenly, the figure flings itself at me and snarls. I fight back, landing punches in various areas of its body. Then the figure pins my arms down and leans over my left arm. I feel a searing pain and scream. The figure lifts up what I think is its head, a fleshy mass hanging from its head. It leans back and the mass disappears. I assumed it swallowed whatever the mass was. Then, it leans over my arm again, and this time there's a crunch and an even worse pain than before. I scream louder and my throat feels a popping sensation. Then I can't scream anymore. I lost my voice. Great.. Now I'm going to die like mom... What an eventful day. I'm ready to die now anyways... But the human will to survive flicks in my brain and I push the figure away with force as it stumbles onto the ground. I notice my arm is in its evil clutches now,. I curse in my head as I feel warm blood drip down my side. As I watch the figure dash away, I collapse onto the side of the wall and sink to the ground, tears still streaming down my face. I hear more footsteps, and I hear that they're human footsteps, quick and light. Two boys appear before me. One crouches over me and the other holds their hand to my bleeding stump in an effort to stop the bleeding, I suppose. "Its going to be alright. Just relax," the boy crouching over me says. Thank You... I think in my head before all goes black.
