Whatever foolish instinct it is kicks in, and you can’t stop your legs. Before you know it, you’ve leaped from your hiding place, your fists raised as you hurdle towards the creature. You’re determined to free your wife, even if its the last thing you do.
The monster catches your presence in mere seconds. Its massive head tears from your wife’s body, now slumped forward, thick, dark blood spills from the gaping hole of her neck. The creature tips its head back, chewing loudly as Hannah’s skull knocks between its teeth.
You watch in horror, your gaze flicking between its teeth and its gnarled feet that step closer and closer. You back away, your eyes fixed on the hulking creature that approaches, swallowing the skull that it chews. The milky white disappears down its gullet, and it clicks in a form of morbid joy. Before you can even turn, it pounces on you, landing on your back. The sheer weight and pressure of the creature crushes your pelvis. A terrorised scream rips from your throat, guttural with pure agony that shoots up your spine. It digs its claws into your back, tearing the flesh under your shirt. The points of its nails stab deep, small pools of blood spray from its points of entry as it punctures the muscle and sinew.
Blind with pain and sorrow, you can feel the life slip away, your fingers growing cold as you weep.
It isn’t long before your vision turns black, the terror, everything fading from both grasp and view.
I’m sorry, Charlie. But it had to be this way.
DEAD