Time is running out. With the gun still in my hand, I aimed at the animals. It was my job to kill them, even though I didn't want to kill. Everything was silent. I knew that once the gun rang out, all hell would break loose. The thoughts of having to chase after them, and them knowing what would happen to them upon seeing their friend die due to me disturbed me. I shot the dog, figuring that sense they were the strongest, surely they had to survive, and I could heal them before they die, right? As soon as the bullet entered their body, they fell to the ground as their eyes rolled back and black sludge spilled from their mouth. I could only assume that it was a mixture of dried blood and stomach acid. Upon seeing the now dead dog, the other animals ran. With no other choice, I ran after them.