The lazy cat, who had been squinting, suddenly opened his eyes, his face full of astonishment. He turned his head to look beside him, but saw no one. He struggled to stand up, but as soon as he did, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale in an instant, and his eyes filled with terror.
It was as if he was enduring immense pain, the lazy cat's expression contorted in agony as he bent over and began to cough violently, each cough ejecting bloody water from his mouth. Covering his mouth with his hand, it seemed as though he was trying to prevent the blood from spluttering, but it continued to seep through his fingers.
Drip drip drip, the sound of blood dripping onto the ground was extremely desolate and dark, like the footsteps of death itself.
