You moved to a town at 7 years old. Small, sketchy town with barely anything but a mall, convenience store, gas station, and a bunch if sketchy creepy alleys. one specifically. People usually avoided that way. Expect you, the reckless teenager you now were. You’d go there often for fun, thinking about all the “myths”. You’ve seen some homeless people but never the creepy stories. Until one day..

Late at night, you decided to go the when the sun set. you met a little gang of..strays, ina deadway alley, a bit lost. As you looked around, one kid on the floor eating raw flesh, other kid digging innthe trash, they all looked inhumane. one specific stray stood out to you.

He sat at the corner, as they all looked up at you, so did he. He slowly got up, and backed all the hungry ones away from you.