“Help!”

You may be wondering what’s all the commotion?

I’ll back track for you. I was at my favorite art galary admiring my mothers painting, the last painting before her passing. As I was walking out of the building I glanced at this red trail with red flowers, then I spotted that this younge lady with blonde hair and a white flower dress walk down the other side of holding a basket, I thought mabye she went in there to go pick some of the red flowers. Then I heard her crying out for help, so I sped walked down the path. I smelled this aroma that smelled like blood, as I turn the corner I saw three grey wolfs ripping her apart like a zombie would. I covered my mouth with my hand trying to not make a sound I quietly step back and jog back to the art galary I glance behind me and see the pool of blood slowly flow down the path, like it’s chasing after me. As I reach the art galary, I had felt the stress lift off my shoulders. I had never went down that path ever since then.