The black fog started to swallow my land whole. I can no longer see my barn as a crept closer to my house. Frantically closeing all my windows and doors to not let any of it come inside. The fog looking more like a smoke, a horrific black smoke ones that you only see in the most deadliest of wildfires. I don't smell any fire and I didn't see any fire.It is tumbling closer coming in fast. The black smoke hits my house with the force of a train, breaking my door and all my windows. It consumes me, breathing it in felt like acid burning my whole body, the air felt as thick as sludge as if I was drinking the smoke just to try to find some clear air. I fall to my knees using all of my strength just to breathe, every breath feels like agony. I think about my animals and the pain they must be going through. There's no use trying to reach the barn right now. It's too far but I can reach Chato the pain he must be feeling, he gets out of breath just going down the stairs, breathing in this air must be killing him. I use all my strength to stand back up and push myself to get to the start of my steps. I can't see anything but I know the layout of my house as a sixth sense. Suddenly the smoke was gone in the blink of an eye which I once thought was fog has passed as almost like it was never here, I can see again I can see my barn. I can see the land that the smoke once swallowed whole, when I look out my back window avoiding the glass, the smoke is leaving a path of destruction continuing to swallow up the land and spitting it back out. I can hear whimpering upstairs, Chato. I rush to my room where he was sleeping, the windows smashed up here as well. I follow the sound of whimpering to my bedroom closet where he looked like he saw the devil. Terrified as he looked he was okay, it seems hiding in the closet saved him from being choked out , but as the guard dog he always wanted to be once he sees that I'm okay, He runs out the room heading directly towards the barn. following without a second thought we check on the other animals, we rush over to the barn to the sound of squealing pigs as it sounds one by one there squeals getting silenced. Chato barking at the front of the barn doors with the hair on his back raised up like the spikes on a porcupine. I hurry back home to grab my family's rifle, an 1875 Springfield rifle handed down from my father, and my mother's spear, handed down from my many generations, It has a wooden handle fashion from walnut with a steel blade. Rushing back to my barn, the only thing I can think of as a wolf must of found its way in trying to hide from the smoke. The closer I get there is no longer squealing from the pigs. I hope I'm not too late. hopefully I can save pinto. Chato still in an attack stance waiting for me to get back is still barking at the barn. I grabbed the key to open the barn doors, before I can open it, a scream that can cuddle blood burst through the barn echoing through my entire land. I am dazed, what animal can produce that sound. That was no wolf . Before I opened the barn doors I put my ear to it to listening on the inside, just chewing. Whatever is in there it's eating pinto and the pigs, I have to stop it.
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