You’re the only thing I’m thinking about. I have to get to you; I have to get to you.

Before I die.

I’d gotten into a bit of a fight with those damned creatures – the huge, emaciated, furry rats. Or at least, that’s what I think they are. The teeth are too long, too sharp. The saliva is venom. I’m half-dead already, the poison taking its effects too soon.

Maybe I should give the extent of my injuries.

There’s a huge gash in my left cheek, revealing my teeth and jaws and bleeding all over my face and semi-muscular chest. Speaking of my chest, there’s several gashes there too, narrowly missing my heart. But they aren’t quite as deep. I’m losing the sight in my right eye; my lip is split and bleeding as well.

All because of three oversized rats I ran into trying to get to some food.

Our house comes into sight, the sun rising behind it and making it all the more beautiful.

Next thing I know, I’m in your arms and you’re crying and the sun is blazing upon us and everything is turning white except your face, your beautiful, beautiful face.

But the rats remain, crawling closer and closer and finally blending into the white, turning everything black.