It was dark. Dark and cold. The breeze gently blew my hair forward from behind. I was hurt. Cold. Hungry. I wanted to stop walking and rest, but I knew I had to push myself onward. My legs hurt. They ached. They seemed to be screaming at me to stop for a minute. No. No stopping, no resting. “Erg,” I grunted as I fell to my knees. The images started flashing through my mind. The blood. The killing. The horror. My vision became blurry. What once looked like trees were now nothing more than green and brown blots. Then darkness. My limp body fell to the ground. Then I fainted. My head seemed to be like a rerun of an old cartoon. The same images over and over. They stopped at last, and I got up off my knees. “Geez,” I groaned. “Huh?” I said. Something black, like a shadow flew by right behind me. I stood as still as I could. The cloak I had on, identicle to my boss's, who most people know as Death, had been clean of mud, dirt, or blood this whole time. I hoped it would have blood on it by the time I was done with this guy. It zipped passesd me again. “Coward,” I mumbled. It lurched toward me. Or was it they? They. Many of the shadows. I was surrounded. “I guess I'll deal with this, then get back to my mission,” I said, then grinned.