Well no. There's nothing to look at.
In other news I'm still alive. And as I let my mind wander off into the night. Following the haze of the darkness my mind spawned things that I could only assume are nothing more than imagination. And imagination is a dangerous thing. Because mine spawned a rabid beast. A literal being of darkness, of disease. And my mind ran me through the scenario of it's attack. How it crouched in the bushes and smelled me on the night breeze. How it waited for me to move my hand towards the free hanging leaves. Of how it lunged and impacted. It's canines digging deep into my hand. Blood red eyes reflecting the light from the lamp. My own vitality spurting as the mongrel's teeth shredded through the skin, cutting into the muscle, vivisecting my blood vessels.
Realistically I should be in shock. Scared. Angry. Stunned. Screaming in pain. But in that fake memory I kick the beast away with such force that one of it's teeth break off and bounce across the pavement. It sparkles like a gem in the darkness. And then next I'm in a hospital. The doctors took saliva and blood samples from the tooth. I've got rabies. I'm dying. Dying. dying. Not dead of course. Just dying. And I'm there with my bandaged hand. Texting with my left hand. Struggling to type and keep sane.
That's my mind for you. Granted if it did happen I'd be screaming and slamming my phone into the creature's head probably. And thusly not dealing with a tooth being able to be extracted so easily.
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