I left my father where he was. Dead in a hallway in the pack house.
Barely knowledgeable of my surroundings, I hobbled to my old house. Even in my state of shock and blurry vision, I knew where to go.
The front steps were old, pale, and rickety as I staggered up them. I ended up falling at some point, and wheezed as I crawled up the stairs; rather than trying to stand back up. I would probably only collapse again.
I crawled to the door, pressing my palms against the wood as I took a moment to breathe. Everything was fuzzy, occasionally blacking out, before it would refocus. My vision was like a strobe light; enough to hinder my vision and paralyze my movements.
I knocked on the door; three feeble raps. I wasn't surprised when no movement was heard from inside. My knocks were weak - bar
