(Than tell us sooner next time man, sheesh)
Ryl crawled around the walls, waiting for his first victim. Growling and snarling, being a hunter of the night caused him to go crazy as he waited for his first target, he wanted to maul, to damage, TO KILL!
Jumping from roof to roof, he panted, he was never this out of breath when he was alive at one point. Alive, to be alive is nothing to him, he wanted to vanquish all of the life in this world, to make him the strongest creature, no Supreme being of the city, He wanted to kill, and nothing but mindless zombies and the other special infected that prowled the city. Looming over the Mercy hospital, he finally saw his first victim, an unarmed civilian that tried to run from the mob of infected that swarmed in like flied to dung. Feast, tear, KILL! He jumped from the roof of the hospital and landed heavily upon the emergency vehicle and crushed the roof as he stood up, hunched over, his hood down as his shaggy hair covered his gleaming eyes as he waited for the opportune moment.
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My ever lasting blood shall not fall for you, but for the blood that had been spilt from the innocent.