susie

*the dogs keep attacking, their teeth and claws tearing into him. He's losing more and more blood, and he can feel himself slipping away. He knows that he's going to die, and he's starting to accept it*

*he's getting weaker and weaker, and he's starting to feel like he's going to pass out. He can't fight back anymore, and he's just lying there, waiting for the end*

Eh your sisters better in bed then you