Thread:Enddayss/@comment-43788761-20191015010736/@comment-43788761-20191030031516

I pause and turn, bending my right side to minimize the pain of movement. Holy Zios, it stings. Like I was flayed with a blackberry vine. Nevertheless, I take the time to rear up and slash my paw down through the thing's head, scattering hay and bloodstained burlap across the hall.

Hey, maybe this won't be that bad. I continue down the hall at a slower rate, limping slightly and taking the time to glance behind me every few steps.