It's a sunny day. I hate sunny days and today even more. I'm not in the mood. Lately, everything annoys me and it's strange because I am not used to having any emotions. My routine is to hunt and to survive. In the shadows, I am always keeping myself undercover. But it's harder to adapt to the crowd of people when the sun forces me to clear my pale skin for all eyes. My skin looks much paler on a sunny day.I put my black glasses on my eyes and from distance watching my new victim. After a week I will be hungry again if I will not feed myself, madness will rule my body and I will turn into a zombie. It's the end of my consciousness. The only thing is left for me. I have a week. I must prepare my victim for his death, even if his blood is not very welcome to me. his blood is dirty, drugs and alcohol destroyed the smell and taste of it. Why he? Why not something purer, more tasteful for my tongue? But still, I chose him for some reason I can't describe. The black
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