I rumbled out of the hot tub and quickly put some clothes on and retured my knife to it's seathe on my forearm. I watched the windows closely, never letting them leave my sight. Something was off, I couldn't put my paw on it, but I hadn't seen any animals out there for a good five minutes. I relied much on my wild neighbors, food being only one of the reasons. I carfully hid a speical pack in my jacket.

Over my many years of hunting, recently I had to coup with being hunted, a dark prospect but not a unforeseen one. I was diffrent, therefor I had to die. Thank the troubled mentality of every amreican, britsh, and every other democratic peoples out there. Thank the mentality of "everyone is equal, or else" and the consequences. aka, being blown away, or the newest most human meathod, drugs.

I know I may be curse for it, but I like to live. I passed by two doe-eyed halfers in the hall, as if proving my point. Looks like Cow-boy might get lucky, came through my head, and I chuckled at the irony of it. Life throws hard balls at everyone, and the only fairness it has, is that it throws them for everyone.

I lay seculded in my thoughts for some time as I walked through the hotel. I circled many a time, just pacing to waste time. Maybe I wanted someone like Cow-boy over there was lucky to have again, him 2, me none. I hated the fact that I was alone, a rarity, a halfer so violent that I should be shot on sight. I was a danger to everyone I know, as I could be ended anyday, and bring to tears anyone who I had word so hard to culitave such a relationship. I wasn't cute, I wasn't smart, I was alone.

I still walked, hoping to reach out, but dreading what may happen to them.