escaping

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When I fell on the ground I scraped my knees. I thought it couldn't get worse cause of my scare on my left knee. I looked at the woman disciding to leave her or to take her with me. After a few minutes I chosen to leave her behind, she didn't really have any time left to life do to how much blood she's lost every few minutes. I knew I couldn't leave this place without killing that thing. I looked for my revolver, it seemed like forever till I found it. I then waited till night I fell asleep at a dark spot. It soon seemed like it was night, I then seen it feast on the woman. I felt nothing really. I then pointed my gun at its head and shot my gun, it hit it right in the head. I smiled, I felt like I was walking on air. I then went up the latter to the out side world. And I went home I never felt better. When I got home I had to stitch up my wrist.

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