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John had been woken up hours ago by a haunting dream that was provided to him by heavenly hosts. A dream in which they warned him of an untimely death due to a savage creature. And so John walked after the very moment he had woken up to the place in his dream where the Angels had warned him and commanded him to go. And it would be soon that he would come close to this place he had seen once in his vision. A desolate place beneath the large stretch of highway that was filled with many dead and rotting things-- the smell of death from previous road-kill very much ripe as he grew closer.

And with concern in his eyes he saw the trail of fresh blood glimmer in the pale light of the night moon. Oh how horrible a fate to be taken and eaten alive by some beast. This must have been the reason for the Angel's beckoning to save the poor person from this being and death itself.

John neared the underpass and recited to himself a small prayer; the prayer though wasn't one for himself but for the victim of this beast. A beast that John knew he must slay if he was given the chance. Not the first time for the warrior to have battled vileness in his long life.

So further in he went until he saw the rotting log and could hear the horrible sounds flesh being devoured. The sight of entrails lying on the dying grass and the smell of blood thick in the air.

"Beast!" John yelled. "Leave the body alone!" He said, yelling as if yelling at an animal to halt.