A terrible fear consumed him. Where should he go? He didn't know this place. Jonathan was all alone outside the cemetery. With nothing to see and nobody to help, where could he turn at this hour of the night when people didn't dare leave their homes? It was completely dark and risky. Everyone knew about the horrors lurking in the streets.
Jonathan was hungry and cold. At times, he cried out for help, but he couldn't find a soul. Blood began oozing from his body as he stumbled down the road, collapsing over and over again. He hadn't noticed the blood before, possibly out of shock. "Blood!" he screamed in agony and pain. A severe chill ran across his lower abdomen, leaving him weakened and desperate as he struggled to maintain his footing. "Help!" he shouted as his eyes began to grow heavy. The very last thing he saw was a car pulling over on the left side of the road.