GREY'S POV
As the blood soaked through my jeans and pattered on the sidewalk, I looked around for a place where I could sit down to survey the damage they had done. Closest to me was a park, which at this time of the night had it's gates shut. A few yards away from it was an antique shop and there was some sort of bench in front of it. I made my way to this and sat down.
The street was brightly lit and the lights outside the store were on. I placed my injured leg on the bench and I saw that my jeans had been slashed. I rolled it up and inspected my calf. The blade had slashed through the skin, making an extremely deep cut. The flow of blood was already stopping. I put my leg down and wondered if this was some sort of sick joke by what I was already beginning to think of as the Lair Fall
