Humanities weakness.
You fire off a second bullet, the shot ringing out in the frigid air. The beast staggers back, shaking its head in a futile attempt to clear the blood pouring from its wounds. Its gargled growls mix with the sound of snow crunching under its massive feet. Despite the blood that pours from its head, it seems barely affected. It roars at you in fury before charging again, its muscular form moving at an unsettling speed.
Your heart pounds in your chest as the beast closes in. There’s no time to run, no time to think—only instinct. You brace yourself, gripping the rifle tighter, but before you can aim again, the beast lunges forward.
With a terrifying speed, it swings its right arm at you, the clawed fingers extending like jagged knives. It strikes your rifle with bone-crushing force, knocking it from your hands. The sharp crack of wood splintering echoes through the air. The rifle flies away, useless in an instant.
You’re left standing defenseless in the beast’s shadow, breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The creature’s eyes—bloodshot and glowing red—lock onto yours, and you can feel the weight of its hunger. It snarls, the noise guttural and unnatural, sending a chill down your spine.
Your body freezes, paralyzed with fear, but there’s no time to dwell on it. The beast charges again, each step shaking the ground beneath you. You scramble to move, but the thing is too fast, too strong. It lunges toward you once more, and you barely manage to dodge its claws as it swipes at you.
Your heart races. It’s too close. You can feel its hot breath on your face as you instinctively raise your arms to protect yourself. The beast doesn’t hesitate—its claws rake across your chest, tearing through your jacket and skin with terrifying ease. The pain is immediate and intense. Blood pours from the deep gash, mixing with the snow at your feet as you stumble backward, gasping for breath. Your legs feel weak beneath you, your vision blurry.
The creature is relentless. It moves closer, its jagged claws gleaming in the dim light, ready to end this. The world feels small as you crash to the ground, your body trembling, the cold biting into your exposed skin. Your head spins, but the beast’s growl brings you back to the present, reality crashing in on you.
It’s over. You know it. The world around you fades, the pain too much to bear. The creature moves in, its final strike sending everything black as the cold snow slowly consumes you.
Your heart pounds in your chest as the beast closes in. There’s no time to run, no time to think—only instinct. You brace yourself, gripping the rifle tighter, but before you can aim again, the beast lunges forward.
With a terrifying speed, it swings its right arm at you, the clawed fingers extending like jagged knives. It strikes your rifle with bone-crushing force, knocking it from your hands. The sharp crack of wood splintering echoes through the air. The rifle flies away, useless in an instant.
You’re left standing defenseless in the beast’s shadow, breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The creature’s eyes—bloodshot and glowing red—lock onto yours, and you can feel the weight of its hunger. It snarls, the noise guttural and unnatural, sending a chill down your spine.
Your body freezes, paralyzed with fear, but there’s no time to dwell on it. The beast charges again, each step shaking the ground beneath you. You scramble to move, but the thing is too fast, too strong. It lunges toward you once more, and you barely manage to dodge its claws as it swipes at you.
Your heart races. It’s too close. You can feel its hot breath on your face as you instinctively raise your arms to protect yourself. The beast doesn’t hesitate—its claws rake across your chest, tearing through your jacket and skin with terrifying ease. The pain is immediate and intense. Blood pours from the deep gash, mixing with the snow at your feet as you stumble backward, gasping for breath. Your legs feel weak beneath you, your vision blurry.
The creature is relentless. It moves closer, its jagged claws gleaming in the dim light, ready to end this. The world feels small as you crash to the ground, your body trembling, the cold biting into your exposed skin. Your head spins, but the beast’s growl brings you back to the present, reality crashing in on you.
It’s over. You know it. The world around you fades, the pain too much to bear. The creature moves in, its final strike sending everything black as the cold snow slowly consumes you.