We fought like a cat and a dog as we rolled around on the ground.
I ended the melee with a large rock upside my attacker's head, so round.
My attacker screamed like a girl as it ran off into the darkness.
I turned to get home to take care of my blood... flowing in all its starkness.
There are two fan-like marks on my neck that are deep and nasty crap.
The wounds are ugly as they now are oozing vile brown bile-like sap.
It is obvious to me that I have been attacked by something profane on this dark night!
And I know the result to occur when I am eventually overcome by this blight.
I need silver and garlic and a large cross to hit my mark!
The only chance I have to save my soul from damnation is out there in the dark.
I will not become a causality of this crazy Horrorwalker World of madness!
I will destroy myself before I allow my body to be taken by a demon's crassness!
My countdown to the end of my live life has begun!
Usually, one has three days before these transformations cannot be undone.
I do not know what in the hell bit me... so I better get to hunting real fast.
If the profane cravings begin to manifest, my hand will take my life... at last.
So, here I go out into the night.
My world was just changed with the bite of evil blight.
My attacker's life, or mine... one of us is going to die very soon.
Oh, I can see it now... just over there in the woods... hiding under the shadow of the moon.
I am already affected.
Our bond has already been effected.
It sees me, too.
And now, to the death, let the two of us be true!