I was there again in my dream last night, standing in front of the underpass watching my friend getting dragged into the darkness by those half-flayed-dog-like creatures. It's just been so hard to forget the sounds she didn't make and just how quickly she was gone.
She didn't even have a chance to scream.
I've never been able to come up with a more concise description or name for those things... that was always Michaela's thing. If she was here, she'd have some witty remark about them - some kind of catchy name that instantly takes their fear factor down to a 2 like she always used to. Like she did when ta pack of "Hecc Beasts" stormed through the area.
They may have killed 97 people but she managed to bring a bit of laughter to their slaughter.
I don't know where these new things took her or if she's still alive... she probably isn't but as they say - no body no murder.
Now, watching mist coming down the street and hearing glass breaking, I reckon I'll be finding her soon.
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