Why? Why! First it was Blue, and now it's White Fangs. What the hell does he wants from me? What did they do to deserve this?! What's the reason for all of this madness! God damnit!
     These were my thoughts as I launched myself into the mall and rushed through the rows of expired goods in pursuit of White Fangs. I could hear faint sounds of his barks and thus followed, increasing my pace as fast as I could. A zombie popped out from nowhere and tried to stop me. It's sudden appearance couldn't stop me as I bashed it's head with the end of my rifle. However, another lying on the ground came to life and grabbed me by my right leg, making me fall chest first to the ground. I grunted in pain and turned over to shoot it in the head. As I did so, the gunshot echoed, and all the zombies whom I presumed extinct in the mall were alerted.
     As I got back to my feet, i heard their vicious cries and knew that I was exposed. The path were I believed White Fangs headed had the most zombies rushing towards me. There's no turning back, I thought. I'm gonna do whatever it takes to save him.
     I looked round and saw w baseball bat beside me. I immediately grabbed it and slanged my rifle over my shoulders. I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath, cleared my mind, breathed out my worries and open my eyes. With the bat clenched firmly to both arms, I rushed forward with no form of fear.
     Left and right they fell, their heads smashed aside by my bat. I kicked back one zombie onto some of it's kind and smashed the skull of another. I took out a gun from it's hustler with my left hand and gunned down a few zombies on the head. I dodged an attack from one zombie and killed it with one swing of the bat. I managed to reach the door that lead to the storage room and poured down large heavy boxes to block it. I paused to catch my breath, then look around the room and noticed that the place was utterly quiet.
     The silence was so intense that one could hear the sound of a pin drop. White Fangs' voices were no more, making me afraid of his safety. A cold wave of uneasiness flooded me. From the very moment I entered this room, I could tell that something dangerous was lurking around, excited over a newly found prey.
     I sensed a shadow darting from my right. It made another sharp movement from behind, drawing my attention and making my eyes see nothing. This pattern continued, the predator sizing his prey, forcing it to stay alarmed with it's heart throbbing. For a split second, no sound or movement was heard, until dimly ears picked up the vicious roar of a maneater.
     It came from behind, it's fangs diving for the back of my head. I bent over in a nick of time and rolled over for safety. I got myself together and studied my opponent. It was the most savage maneater I've ever seen. It's blind eyes were gone, with empty eye sockets leaking out blood. It was a bit bigger than the rest I've seen, pouring out lots of saliva from its mouth, clearly stating that it hadn't eaten for days. My tormentor must have probably been the reason behind it's hunger, so that anything that came into it's sight, whether it was stronger than it or not, would be considered food. Well, if it in need of food, it was certainly not going to me.
     It darted toward me again. I instantly grabbed my rifle and opened fire. Remarkably, it dodged all of my attacks and launched a frontal attack. I had to shield myself with my rifle and in so doing lost possession of it. I fell down from the impact and quickly grabbed the bat to  shield myself from another attack from the savage beast. It's jaws grabbed on to the bat and tried to wrestle it out of my grip. I held on to the bat for survivability but discovered that it was a vain effort. The zombie bit right through the bat and broke it in half in a matter of seconds. I threw away the pieces and grabbed it's lower jaw, preventing it from damaging my face. It's strength was unfathomable and unrivalled, making things more difficult for me. There was no way I could defeat this creature, for it's lust of hunger knew no bounds.
     I thought I was going to die for sure this time, until I heard White Fangs' voice again. This time more fiercer. There were other voices as well, whith White Fangs' own towering above them and growing more intense. They were roars and barks, with the other voices emitting some cries of defeat, until White Fang gave a long painful howl that clearly told me what was going on. White Fangs was in trouble, and if I couldn't overcome this ferocious beast on top of me, I might as well consider him dead.
     The very thought sent fire to my veins, igniting my dark side. I managed to hold the beast back with my left hand while my right brought out a Jack knife and stabbed the brute right in the head. I didn't stop there. Admist it's screams I stabbed repeatedly while yelling, staining myself with it's blood. I pushed the dead beast off me and managed to get back to my feet. With only a Jack knife, I followed the path from which I last heard White Fangs, ignoring the pains I received from the maneater.
     I reached a place where only dim light shone on eleven bodies. With one struggling on its own four legs, the rest were all lying on the floor, obviously dead. I couldn't make out what I was seeing at first since my vision was blurry, but by the time I could see properly, I stopped dead in my tracks and couldn't believe what i was seeing.
     The ten dead bodies were all maneaters, arranged in a circle, with all their necks broken and some having wounds all over their body while others had a quick and easy death. In the centre of this circle was White Fangs, victorious in a ten versus one fight. But this was no victory as I slowly walked up to him and dropped on my knees in front of him. White Fangs collapsed and rested his head on my knees. Tears flowed down freely as I witnessed the  horrid state of White Fangs.
     The demon wolf fought a good fight, but in return suffered very severe injuries. Too many wounds all over his body, with his right ear gone and part of his skull exposed. He also lost part of his nose and all of his legs were bitten and bleeding. He had a very strong will to survive, but his current condition was against it. Even if I could address his wounds, the main problem was what i dreaded the most. He was infected.
     His pupils were slowly changing colours, and even the dog himself knew that his time was up. It gave off a a weak smile and brought out his tongue to lick me. He licked my right hand slowly and let me rest that hand on his head. He wiggled his tail and gave out peaceful whines. It gave me the puppy eyes and use his nose to point at the Jack knife. There was no need to explain what he meant. Anybody would know what exactly the dog was trying to say. It was his dying wish, something I had prayed that would never happen.
     A few rats fought over a piece of cheese a few metres away from us. They heard a long, miserable and painful howl that frightened them and made them run into their holes. It was the last howl White Fangs made on the face of Earth.