He was running across the bridge into the sunset. There were only a couple of miles to go but he knew that he wouldn't make it before dark. He could hear their howls and knew that they would be at his heels soon. He picked up the pace but they kept gaining. Then out of no where came the shot and they were gone.
He no longer dreams at night. He no longer feels anything. He is gone.
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