It was fall, your favorite season. The trees were colorful and the leaves started to turn a reddish orange color. The grass was green and soft under your shoes as you walked in the forest.

You lived in the forest and were the last of your kind, you were a hybrid between and fawn and a human.

Hybrids tended to stay away from humans, your ancestors were experimented on once humans discovered you existed.

The deer, elk, and fawns were family to you. Except now when the apocalypse hit the deer population deteriorated.

You had a small cottage on the corner of the forest where you lived, it was secluded and not many walkers stumbled upon it.

When it got colder during the night you laid with the fawns on a bed of dying flowers to savor warmth.

You didn’t have antlers but you did have soft brown dots on your face like a deer would and had a little brown nose that was close to a deers.

Today was like any other, you laid on the grass with fawns around you when an arrow came flying at one of the fawns hitting it in the stomach.

You screamed in fear and anger as a man came from the woods afraid he might’ve hit a human.

When he saw you he paused in shock as he looked at you, surprised at your appearance and how you looked like a deer but weren’t one.