'There live people you know
they travel in groups
each a little different
some are wanted
some are not.
If you see them once
they're often forgotten
but if you take the time
to know them better
then you'll know
they're like no others.
They're all the same from afar
but up close you see
how different they really are.'
   "I'm trying to remember, okay?!" I screamed at a stubby little man working at a seemingly oversized desk. He was kind of chubby and had dark red scars all over his disturbingly shirtless torso.
"Calm down kid! It wasn't easy for any of us to remember either," I hadn't even noticed the doctor that was stitching me up, "The more you yell, the more blood you lose." The moment he finished talking, I started getting light headed again. I glanced down at a gaping wound straight across my stomach and almost puked a bit. The doctor looked down at my injury, "You know, when that man over there found you, you were nothing more than vulture food. He saved you. You better have some way to repay him for what he did for you."
   I could've told them about the people, but I didn't want to worry anyone. I didn't want to remember them. I didn't want any of this. I kept my mouth shut and winced through the pain and agony of my treatment.
   Once the doctor finished patching me up, the short man and I said our goodbyes and left the small, abandoned clinic. We darted swiftly towards his home, being very quiet and very alert. He kept me close to his side the whole time and repetitively whispered the same thing over and over, "Stay in the shadows." The reason? Dreaks.
   From what I was told, they can see you from miles away. Once they've caught on to your position, they'll bring hundreds of their little buddies to gnaw on you while you're still alive. Their only problem is their endless fear of the darkness. These fowl creatures, who are well known for their obsessiveness over the light, will steal any source of luminescent enery they can. We had the inconvenient luck to run into a small pack of Dreaks.