Snap..there was that sound again. The human was nearby, i could hear it, smell it. I could already taste it in my mouth, the blood spilling down my throut finally satisfing my stomach. I caught a glimps of red as i turned around fallowing the scent. There he was with a gun in his hand. He was hunting just like me. Only he was hunting something more tinnier and less appitising. I felt sorry for him, just a little. But this was the circle of life. He kills a deer i kill him. But then who would kill me? Nobady that was the answer. I was everybodys worst nightmare. Everybody feared me, i thought as i struggled forward and grabbed the man by the waist. he turned in my arms and shot me in the chest. With silver bullets. He wasnt hunting deer. He was hunting me...