Evil in the Glades
She opened her eyes slowly, painfully, it was murky and dark still. The dank mud was still warm, the smell permeated everything, movement caught her good eye, the other one was caked with dried mud and had not opened much. Exhaustion had not left her yet, she saw the creature’s outline, he was huge, and she was unable to move at all. The breathing was a rumble and the slow snort meant he smelled her, an easy meal. Sherry never in her life imagined hers would end in the jaws of a monster alligator, she wished now she hadn’t even come around. A tear rolled down her cheek and mingled with the mud, the rumble from the gator was louder, Sherry felt the ground shake, saw the palmetto frond move and a broad snout appeared. Rough and ugly and filled with prehistoric looking teeth, she shuddered as the huge jaws opened slightly.