The Mask: The Choice

I bet when you come of age you get a party or cake or hang with your friends. In two weeks it will be my eighteenth birthday. I have to make the biggest decision of my life in two weeks. Why you may ask is why it's the biggest decision of my life... and before you start thinking no its not college. It's is a choice between being apart of wolves or sheep. Okay I'm sure I make no sense so let me shine a lit on which I speak. You have average people like you an your friends who would rather spend all day doing whatever. Then you have the people who would hurt you down for sport. Using their instinct and their natural sense to find you. Just so they can rip you limb from limb. Till there is nothing but a bloody puddle left for people to be reminded they are insignificant to the world. Both parties have an actual term for what they are... regular people are known as food or future wall mounts. The other group is know as prowlers. They are visious, cruel, and couldn't care less about your life. You just happen to live in their world an they hunt when pleased. There are different type of prowlers. All are based on animals. The prowlers classify you by your strength, intelligence, speed, sense of smell, and above all else how far you can track your pray. The world is a very tough place. Depending which side you have it much easier then others.