MicroHorror

He awoke. The moon and stars in the sky, waiting for him to regain consciousness. He bolted upright on his bed of dirt.

“How long have I been out?” he asked, looking anxiously at the trees that surrounded him.

“Eight hours,” she replied from the tree tops.

“Why did you let me sleep so long?” he asked, rising to his feet, looking above for her. “We’re not safe out at night, we need to find somewhere secure, fast.”

“No need,” she replied.

He heard a branch snap to his right. Another to his left.

“We’re here.” She cackled, falling from the tree, and sank her fangs into his skull.