The cat inches through the open window with ease. The long black cat strides through the hospital. Its sleek fur shining on the cold moon filled night. Door to door, deciding his next victim. Room 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. The endless rooms he passes by. He takes no interest in any. The cat roams through the massive building to find one room. A plaque next to the door reads room 343, Steve rodriguez.
The cat walks into the room to see a man about the age of 71. He is laying down and hears the cat. He mumbles to self,” Why if it isn't little Shi, well I guess my time has come.” The man pushes the sheets from under his bed to reveal a bottle of whiskey. He chugs the bottle with no concern because he knows he is going to die anyway. The man now drunk,
The cat walks into the room to see a man about the age of 71. He is laying down and hears the cat. He mumbles to self,” Why if it isn't little Shi, well I guess my time has come.” The man pushes the sheets from under his bed to reveal a bottle of whiskey. He chugs the bottle with no concern because he knows he is going to die anyway. The man now drunk,