It is morning, i am feeling tired, i want food, why i do not know, i smell a wonderful sent, what is it?, i don't know, i hold my Mr. Pickles tightly and walk with the morning shivers. what do i smell? maybe bacon? maybe pizza?  i continue walking on the hard wood floor, step by step i guess some more, i get to the end of my trail... i look and what do i see.... Spam.....

I drag my feet behind myself as a walk barefoot and silent, Week and shaken i start to stand trying to hold myself up... I am hurt and wounded. I began to raze a blade of regret, My heart begins to race. i take another step hoping i don't fall. My battle begins... It hits me.. a wound breaks. I feel it RIP out of me stomach... I've been hit, feet still cold and my skin begins to feel tight. blood dripping and hitting the ground frozen. My Opponent was Death....