I went to the river to look at myself. To see if I looked like that; covered in blood, sick, barbaric.

Barbaric? What was barbaric? I had only thought of it then, and I was confused. Barbaric…was not civilized. Not good.

I leapt to the branch above the river. I looked down and saw myself.

A horrible face, mouth partly open, I looked just like the other hunter. Blood was crusted on my chin and under my eyes. It was brown on my front; on that thing on me…a hoodie…I didn't know why I remembered what it was. I never thought anything of it before.

The branch proved too weak to hold me.

It moaned at me, and then snapped. I was seized by surprise and fear, for I was quite high up. So? I was used to falling from high places.

Why am I arguing with myself, I thought, I might die! A river, with rocks at the bottom, it would most certainly have the same effect as bullets did considering that I was falling.

I hit the rocks, and it hurt. My hoodie caught on the branch and was torn off of my body. I felt my blood flowing from me in a lot of places on my chest. I was afraid, and I began to scream my displeasure.

"Hello?" I heard the voice of a female prey behind me, from the woods. I turned around quickly, now even more afraid. She emerged from the trees. She looked at me, and I knew I was doomed. "Hey, are you alright?"

Was I? Alright was good, I thought, and I was not good.

"If you don't answer me, I'm gonna shoot."

Shoot? Shoot!? I didn't want her to shoot me, I'd die. I tried to respond.

"Aah. Gr. Argh Iie?" Those sounds came out of my mouth, I wasn't sure of their meaning.

"What?" she responded, seeming somewhat confused. "Did you say you're alright? Because you're not."

"No Rghiie?"

She stared blankly at me. "No." She seemed to grow frustrated. "God, look at you! You're covered in blood and everything."

I was, indeed.

"Come on, I can treat you at my house. It's not far from here, and it's safe. I have two people with me so you don't get hurt again." She drew closer, taking hold of my wrist and trying to tug her sweater onto me.

"Nai," I said. "Paiien."

"I'm not going to hurt you, and neither are my partners." She reassured me. "I mean, if you jumped out at them, they might think you're infected, you're so pale. But you aren't bleeding from the eyes or mouth, and you can talk…sort of, so I think you're fine."

"Faiien." I repeated.