He picked up one of his grandpa’s pickaxe as he slowly walks closer to the barn. Opening the door gently, he saw a young boy of 17 years old feeding on one of his grandpa’s horses, “What the hell!” Jack exclaimed. “What are you doing?” Jack asked the young boy.
Lifting up his head, the young boy gazes at Jack with glowing eyes and fangs, “Oh s**t!” Jack exclaimed as he started took a step backward. “Don’t hurt me,” Jack said to the boy. “I am sorry if I have caused you any trouble but I was hungry. My name is Moe,” he said as he gives out his hand for a shake.
Jack staring at the hand stained with the horse’s blood replied, “I rather not shake. I am Jack anyways and what are you doing in my grandpa’s barn?” “I think you should leave now,” Jack said. “Please they are after my life and I
