No Escape

Dark red rivulets of blood poured from the gaping wound on her arm. She clutched at it, trying to quelch the flow. It soon became apparent, however, that there would be no time to nurse the gash.They were coming upon her fast, and she had to get away before she would get injured even more, or worse, killed. The sound of thousands of ear splitting screeches in the distance was more than enough to signal her grand escape from the bloodthirsty monstrosities. She groped for the gun attached to her belt. When it was finally in her hand, safety off, she turned tail and ran for the cover of the forest. There it would be harder for the demons to find her. Her wound proved to be too great for her to retain her stamina, and as she limped forward she could hear the creatures gaining on her at an accelerating rate. She found a bush to crouch behind in an attempt to elude the ghastly creatures.

The flesheaters finally caught up to where she was, and she held her breath as they gathered at the edge of the forest. She watched, horrified as they turned their noses up to the sky, sniffing. For her. Torrents of blood continued to rush from the injury, followed by drops of sweat as she desperately attempted to stop the profuse bleeding. Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed past her, and she tried to stifle her gasp of horror as one of the flesheaters caught her scent, it’s head snapping to attention. It’s beady eyes settled on the bush that she was crouched behind, and her heart sank. She jumped up abruptly, shooting the beast that smelled her right between the eyes. She didn’t have time to watch the body fall, but she heard it hit the ground as she bolted in escape. The adrenaline pumped vigorously through her veins as she ran as fast as she could, her newfound strength allowing her a greater degree of speed, but would it be enough to save her?

Her feet kicked up snow behind her as she scuttled away, her arm dripping along the way. She could feel her life’s light slowly dimming. Bleeding out? She kept running anyway, grasping on to the hope of living. Her vision became increasingly fuzzy and it felt as if her body was becoming completely numb. Nevertheless, she continued to trudge on, wrought with the will to survive. She pulled in shallow gasps of air, the cold air razoring down her throat.

Her speed was diminishing as she lost more and more blood. She began to slip into a state of unconsciousness as the tiny beam of light soon began to consume her entire line of vision.Her distraction proved to be fatal, and she realized her need to have been more apt when a body plowed into her hers, sending her sprawling over the cold ground covered with snow. She moaned in agony at the impact, but regained her senses as the person who hit her bit into her shoulder. She let out a scream, and began clawing at the insane creature atop her, her fingers digging into its eyeballs.

She screamed again as more fell upon her, biting her and tearing at her limbs. One of the crazies ripped off her injured arm, and she gasped at the pure agony shooting through her. Blood spurted out and stained the ground below her, turning the white snow a deep red, the purity of it being stolen just as her life was. My arm, she had time to think, before she faded into blackness. She faintly registered that the one who ripped her arm off was gnawing on it before she blacked out completely.