It was dark. Dark and silent and freezing. A low growl vibrated from deep within my throat. That was just te way that I liked it. The ever soft tink! tink! of my hidden treasures beneath my fur collar and the scent of scabbing wounds made me feel at home. Feel happy. No one could ever take that from me, not anymore.
The moon was high above me in the sky, blinding my eyes to the billions of other stars out there like an attention whore. My tails bristled and I growled again, this time at the moon. It was just like everyone else in my life, always wanting to out shine me like I walere dirt or didn't even exist. My claws dug into the ground. I liked the night more than day time, even if the undead came out more at that time. My entire world was altered by the darkness. The park that I had stumbled upon had been, so say it bluntly, completely left alone and was just as clean as it must have been before the Epidemic. Save for a few weeds here and there, it really was a nice place for a stroll. I prefered the way that the tall stone teepees almost seemed to be sneering faces, the shadows making glaring eyes and displeased frowns. The tall rock overhangings seemed to form the shape of a giant beast until you blinked. Then they stayed just dumb rocks. The waters seemed to be full of oil with how dark it was despite the reflections of the celestial light of the dammed moon and needy stars. I sneered at the reflection, irritation spiking my fur up as I angerly ripped my gaze from the water. I had long since tried it and found it to be clean of the infection but after the moon reminded me of my 'father' I was so filled with hatred that just the thought of the gray rock made my teeth clentch. I stomped away from the pool and over to the closest stone house, lighting a pile of leaves on fire as I entered. I had gathered them earlier, saving for when I was cold and needed a fire.
The fire threw light, dancing across the walls and giving me an eerie shadow. I ignored it. Instead I layed down near the fire, watching a small like of smoke floating up and out of the rock house and into the midnight air. I set my head upon my paws with a heavy sigh, my anger evaporating into a lonliness that stun worse than my gashes.