Monday, June 8, 2009

Spring 2009

The deputy was a rookie and got jumped. He got grief for that and the bite got infected. There were a string of killings, someone with a dog or a wolf. They got worse. He had problems with anger at work. One night, he spots the girl who jumped him. She explained that they had come in the winter from Chicago. But he had gotten HIV. Now he was just killing. The pack tried to stop him; he killed them. She needed him. When they tracked him, he was thin, thin and sick. She didn’t cry. He quit the department.

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