W: well since I'm done with hospitalized I figured I'd catch up on some of my older stories. Still planning the squeal people so don't worry.
Word count: 288
Chapter 8: darkness
Kowalski's pov
I opened my eyes. I stood up carefully. God it hurt to stand! I look down to my body. It was coated in blood, grass, mud, and oil. What the hell happened to me! I slowly steadied myself against a hallow tree that happened to be nearby. I looked up to the sky. It was dark, cloudy, and foggy. I started slowly walking toward the town. I looked at the sign. It read "country town". I looked to the population, but it was smeared with deep red blood. I walked into town.
The trees were crooked and bent like forks. The water that ran by was deep crimson red. The soil was matted with blood, oil, grass, and mud just like my chest. I got to the hospital building, and went inside. The strangest thing is my pain doesn't feel physical it feels mental.
I went up to the counter. No one was behind it. I looked all around the hospital. Not a body left in sight. Nobody's here. I guess it's one of those abandoned towns. I came out of the hospital, and smell fresh blood. I came over to the hill were a smelled it. It was dark as night. Then I saw a red figure dash by. It was one of those lequins. It must have been Jessie considering the color. Then he felt the pain over take him again…
W: sorry I had to cut it short, but this story is having a hard time being processed in my mind.