Raking his hair out of his face with his fingers, he threw back his shoulders and proceeded on his way home.Unfortunately for Patrick, when he arrived...at the top of his climb to relative safety and plunged across the terrain beyond the canyon rim, he ran blindly. He knew he had gone looking for his goat herd to the north of the shack. But was he still north of his place? He continued walking with the afternoon shadows stretching to the left beneath the sparse brush. Scratching at his jaw,. There was one young looking punk sitting at the edge of one bench. I gave him a sideways kick and told him to move. He obliged—scared lil pussy, and I kicked back on the hard wooden bench, and proceeded to go to sleep.Next morning came kinda early for me—someone yelling “breakfast” I decided to get up—could be a while till next chance for food. Nobody was talking much. There were six in the cell with me, I figured I wouldn't have any trouble cause they all looked to be younger punk types. Bunch. When February 14 finally arrived, Allison wanted to spend the day at her desk avoiding any human interaction. Everyone in the office had received an email the day before about her visiting their cubicle at some point during the day for a 'Valentine blowie.' It even said not to worry about the mess because she would swallow everything. Just eight more hours of this nightmare...Marianne, the head of the social committee, barging into her cubicle asking why she hadn't started yet is when Allison. It might have been easy to mistake them for gorgeous girls in their late teens if it hadn't been for the horns protruding from their foreheads, or the miniature bat wings sprouting from behind their ears. When they spoke they revealed slender, wickedly pointed sharp fangs."See, I told you he was still alive," the girl with the green hair said."Well I never. I thought you'd sucked him dry for sure," the girl with red hair said.It all came flooding back to Phil: the guest room in the deserted.