A Step Further
You grope through the forests, struggling desperately to escape the harrowing terror that stalks you. Chalk-white and pale, your fingers stretch out into the expanse of the pitch black night groping for survival, for more time. There is none to spare, however, and you soon realize that as the hunter draws nearer. You can smell its rancid breath and feel it on the back of your neck. A terrifying rasping sound emanates from its orifice, lined with deadly sharp teeth bloody from the previous victim… your uncle. All it was was a simple hunting trip. Just you and your uncle; you’d been looking forward to it for a week. Night fell on the first day and with it all the amusement in this trip, all the joy and hope simply melted away like a popsicle on a warm sunny day.
Warm… sunny… day. Words that mean nothing to you at the moment, or even ever again. A mere echo lingering in the past as you fight desperately for survival. A great, guttural roar that would set even the strongest man in complete and utter trepidation echoed the promise that it would swallow whole all that you held dear. Shadows lashed out laughingly at your futile efforts as the creature bore closer and closer and then at last it caught up to you.