Novel & Cerita Drunk Deer

There are mule deer, antelope, and other tasty prey in abundance. The mule deer buck wasn't supposed to hurt me, but I was sloppy and overconfident. I hadn't hunted such big prey alone, but the animal was limping, and I was hungry. I thought the deer would bolt when it saw me leaping for him. I was already in the air before I realized I was wrong. He twisted, his horns slamming into my chest. One tine broke off between my ribs as he flung me aside. I crashed heavily to the ground while the buck limped away.

She closed her eyes and felt herself slide loose inside. Jesse Kretch lurched from his truck’s cab into the middle of Clarke Street. Bone-weary from pulling extra shifts at the lumber mill, mind clouded by too little sleep and too many beers, Jesse stared at the fluffy pink mound crumpled atop the embankment alongside Black Creek Bridge. Disjointed puzzle pieces from the last few minutes fell into place. He squinted as he stumbled toward the pile of pink fur . . . please be a deer please be a deer oh God be a deer please

My thoughts get more mucked up as I shower and start to get ready for the day. I joined a University here in Draphend to try and fit in as much as possible while I'm here. The university has some very interesting courses regarding myths, legends, and the supernatural. Maybe I can find out more about myself while I'm here. I have so many questions I need answers to. Once Mr. Draven informed me they were vampires I read as much as I could on the topic in their library downstairs. Mr. Draven assured me that I was safe as they no longer dined on humans but instead hunted animals to quench their thirst for blood. I assured him I felt in no danger but I still wanted to know everything I could and

His teeth tore deeper, ripping flesh in ragged, desperate chunks. Steam rose from the wound in the cool morning air, swirling around his face like mist. A gurgling, strangled sound slipped from the animal’s throat. Its eyes rolled back, showing the whites. And still he drank. He ignored the slowing heartbeat. Ignored the faltering pulse. Ignored the limpness that spread beneath him. Only when the world fell eerily, hauntingly silent did he pull back. The deer lay still. Its neck was a mess of shredded meat and fur.