Getting signatures was too damn   
easy. Getting my hands dirty shouldn’t 
have been that easy, especially for    
what I’d done. I remember wanting to   
die saving animals, but all I was doing
was pushing paper around.              
     How the fuck am I putting my life 
on the line doing this?                
     If it’d been that damn  easy, the 
Darkness would’ve been gone a long time
ago, but it wasn’t. I could always feel
it back there, waiting to pounce.      
     Election Day, I was still working 
with the Initiative group, making last 
minute cold calls, and they even asked 
me to help them with another Initia-   
tive. At least, I wouldn’t be out of   
work yet.                              
     On my way home, I stopped at a    
downtown bar, to catch the early       
* results.                                 
     As the numbers came in, it seemed 
like the voters were believing the cam-
paign that was waged against it. At the
time, I thought, who were these people 
behind this shit?                      
     It turned out to be some associa- 
tion of cattle farmers. Their theory   
was that this law would be the begin-  
ning of the end for all meat eaters.   
     It looked like the voters had fal-
len for it, but I didn’t care about any
of that anymore, because as the numbers
against it were turning into a land-   
slide, I could feel the Darkness shift-
ing and getting ready to pounce.       
     I could tell this wasn’t gonna be 
a small-time pounce either.            



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