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[starcrusher]

Dante pushed himself off of the side of the house, wincing from the pain in his right shoulder. "Fine by me. The faster, the better. I can feel the darkness coming."

[Ninjaofgod]

Greg went off, with Dante and bought what he would need to survive while he was recovering. Before he knew it, they were back in the forest, it was darker than Greg wanted it to be.

[starcrusher]

"We need to get inside," Dante said wearily. The injury was really starting to take its toll on his stamina. He was feeling very tired all of a sudden, and it couldn't have been past six o' clock. "I've never been out here at night unless I can help it. Something doesn't... feel right."

[Ninjaofgod]

"We just need to get back to your place, it isn't that far out, we'll be alright." Greg tried to sound strong, but he was getting tired, today had been very eventful, and Dante saying things weren't 'right' only made him paranoid.

[starcrusher]

"I hope so," Dante murmured, just before his nose picked up something it shouldn't have. Dante dismissed it as a hallucination. His eyesight was starting to go, too, and his sense of smell was just as important to him. He tried to convince himself that he was just nervous. But the smell didn't go, in fact, it got stronger. He slunk closer to Greg, just in case. It was a pack instinct.

[Ninjaofgod]

"If you think somethings out there kid, tell me, I want to be ready."

[starcrusher]

"I don't know. I mean, there might be. I'm tired, but I seem to be hallucinating the smell of shifters with a surprising amount of accuracy." Dante peered into the darkness. His uneasiness was waking him up. He could see much better than Greg, and he planned to use this to his advantage.

[Ninjaofgod]

"Alright kid" Greg reached into his coat and gripped his pistol, he was kicking himself for forgetting his second gun.

[starcrusher]

Dante snuffed the air a few times. The smell was rapidly approaching now. Suddenly, his eyes widened. "WATCH O--" was all he had time to say before two shifters bounded out from the trees. They were wolves, gigantic ones. All sharp white teeth and yellow eyes and bristling fur. Dante was knocked to his bottom on the forest floor before one of them.

[Ninjaofgod]

It was like they had just appeared, Greg pulled the gun instinctively, and shot, the bullet hit a tree. They were surrounded, Dante hit the ground, had one gotten him? Greg couldn't tell, his vision was blurred by fear, and flashbacks of ambushes in the war. "C company, where are you?!" Greg heard himself shout, almost knowing no one would answer.