The Lupus Strain
Hunter was released from the emergency ward mid-Thursday morning. He had called work to let them know that he would be late, but he needed to go home and shower and change. The doctor had told him to keep the dressing on his injury dry, and change it every day, but assured him there was no cause for concern as long as he kept it clean. "Fuckin' mutt," he grumbled as he drove home. He had been out for his usual morning run in the park near his house when the dog had come out of no where,...
Fantasy