Iron — exactly what I needed. The sanguine snack helped satiate my hunger, but now that my stomach started to rest, I was able to focus more on the fissures and burns on my skin, which would had been painful enough to begin with, even if they didn’t have a new coat of fur protruding through, and engorged muscles stretching the shit out of them.

The buzzard who seemed so ready to devour me just an hour before pulled up just in time to scrape any remaining flesh from the bodies. I didn’t leave him much, but I’m guessing he didn’t often get fresh human sashimi.

My gait was much faster now, and I was able to work into a run, following alongside the road, but remaining in the shadows so as to avoid being spotted. It was going to be a long night, or at least I figured as much. I had no fucking clue where I was, and even less of an idea of where I was headed. After a 25 minute marathon, I saw the sign:

Bishop City Limits
Elevation 4,147ft Population 3,410

Bishop. It was Rick. What the fuck did Rick want with me? I hadn’t even spoken to him in almost a year. He better hope the sun comes up before I get to him. I mean, I’m still going to kill him. But at least if the new day starts and my fangs and fur recede, his parents may still be able to identify his body when I’m done with it. He won’t look pretty, but they might be able to squint and see it in his eyes or something. Whatever. Fuck him. And fuck them for making him.

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