Last Will 6:22:05 AM.txt

Have you ever been driving down the road when someone or something darts across, with you narrowly avoiding them? Ever wondered what would happen had you hit them? I used to.
One particularly uninteresting winter night, I was driving down the road leading to my house. I live in Wyoming (a pretty desolate place, in case you didn't know), so the road was extensive and, to be blunt, pretty damn boring.
It was around 3 in the morning, and I was pretty buzzed and just trying to get home. However, the alcohol and late hour were making it really hard to stay awake for about the half-mile left to my house; the gentle hum of my engine didn't help either. I guess I fell asleep for a split second, only to wake up seconds before I ran over what I thought was a deer.
It hit my hood with a frightening THUNK, immediately waking me up to my fullest extent. It's blood spattered on my windshield, and I saw part of it's legs fly off in a different direction. Still, I had that little bit of optimism: maybe it was ok!
I hurried out of my car to inspect the damage, stepping over a chunk of flesh along the way. Only once I was in front of my car did I realize this wasn't a deer. It wasn't any animal I knew. It was certainly the shape of a deer, was about the right size, similar extremities. But it's head and face were different: it seemed to have four eyes (four left, anyway); small, crooked, jagged horns jutting out of the side of it's head; random spots of blood-matted fur; a weird mouth that looked like it should've been on a bird; tiny, sharp, blood-drenched teeth, almost smiling in a way, like it knew something I didn't.
I was completely awestruck at this point. Was this some horrendously disfigured animal? Were there more of these creatures? It was then I noticed something else odd about it. It's front limbs had digits on them, not too unlike a human's. They seemed to be holding something, so I bent down to see if I could pry them open. That's when all the life that I previously kicked out of this creature suddenly reappeared.
It grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me down to its level, then quickly shoved my head next to its. I could hear it whispering something. I couldn't tell what it was saying exactly, but it sounded concerned: not for it's own well being, but for mine.
My head was spinning, and my stomach going with it. What the hell was this creature? Where did it come from? I was getting ready to fall over, so I stumbled back into my car to collect my thoughts. After what seemed like hours, I decided to just rent a hotel room and let the wolves or park rangers take care of it. Then I remembered it was holding something, and in my late night delusions I thought it would help me find out what it was. I stepped out of the car and quickly dropped next to the creature, prying its hand open to retrieve my prize. Oh, how I wish I didn't.
What I found was a crumpled research paper, from a scientist observing a creature he discovered while on a walk in the woods. When he found it, it was injured, so he took the liberty to bring it back to his house and shove it in his basement. One night during his research, he heard a huge racket outside, like raccoons going through his garbage cans.
He looked out his basement window and saw 16 shiny, hollow eyes staring back at him. Then a clack, a bang, and he turned back to find his captured creature pouncing for him. After a brief scramble, the creature ran upstairs and broke down the front door to run off with his kind. The scientist stood up and noticed a bite on his neck, undoubtedly from the creature. The other side of the paper documented the changes he began to feel, with the last entry describing a call he heard, and how he longed to join it. Dated two hours ago.
This was bad. Really fucking bad. I needed to get out of there, as fast as fucking possible. I turned to jolt back into my car, but something caught my leg. It couldn't - damn, it was! It was still alive! He pulled me down to the floor to try and devour me, but I escaped without any scratches. Car be damned, I was running back to my house. I sprinted away, adrenaline pumping through me, giving me that extra burst of speed I needed to get that much farther from the monstrosity. But my adrenaline slowly faded, and I felt a throbbing pain in my leg.
No. No. No no no no FUCK no. I stopped and felt my leg, feeling a chunk of it missing. Shit. Shit shit shit. Still, I could run back to my house and get my gun - I wasn't going to have myself live through this. I bolted to my house, fumbling for the keys, all the while hearing a distant howl. I ran upstairs to my computer to leave this story as a final note, so the people that find my furry, four-eyed, crooked body knew what happened. But, of course, that's not exactly how it went down.
That was about two or three hours ago. I'm guessing the bite has different speeds with different people. While I was typing this out, my body grew warmer as a dark brown fur sprouted up. My head began to creak and ache as antlers grew from my skull, and my nose fell into my face. Although, I think I'm experiencing somthing the professor didnt. I can heer somethng, something beautful. its amazing. i cant describe it. i need it i need it. need. it is my family. i need t be with them only thing i care abou
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