Final Stand
Swinging your left leg back as if you were about to kick for the tie-breaker of the World Soccer Cup, you begin to drop your leg forward in a powerful arc toward the disgustingly white arm.
Either sensing danger or opportunity, the arm suddenly yanks hard on your right leg. With a comic "squik!" sound your right leg gives way from the floor of the garage and sends your body flying with the momentum of your left leg.
For what seems like a minute but probably no more than a few seconds, your body seems to hang in the air in a horizontal position. With a hard "Smack!" your body hits the floor. Landing flat on your back, the impact strangles the struggling expletive in your throat by knocking the wind out of your lungs.
Dazed, you begin to feel your body being pulled forward underneath the Willys. You try and offer some struggle, but your limbs feel limp and are unwilling to comply.
Dragged underneath the Willys, the slobbering but silent vampirish creature pulls your body forward until it's face hovers over your own. For a moment you look up into its glassy white eyes as it begins to make a low hissing noise like air escaping from a worn bicycle tire.
With the suddenness of a striking viper, the creatures sinks its mouth and teeth onto your exposed neck just as you are able to draw breath again. Unfortunately, it will be the last breath you shall ever draw as the creature begins to feast on your body...
Either sensing danger or opportunity, the arm suddenly yanks hard on your right leg. With a comic "squik!" sound your right leg gives way from the floor of the garage and sends your body flying with the momentum of your left leg.
For what seems like a minute but probably no more than a few seconds, your body seems to hang in the air in a horizontal position. With a hard "Smack!" your body hits the floor. Landing flat on your back, the impact strangles the struggling expletive in your throat by knocking the wind out of your lungs.
Dazed, you begin to feel your body being pulled forward underneath the Willys. You try and offer some struggle, but your limbs feel limp and are unwilling to comply.
Dragged underneath the Willys, the slobbering but silent vampirish creature pulls your body forward until it's face hovers over your own. For a moment you look up into its glassy white eyes as it begins to make a low hissing noise like air escaping from a worn bicycle tire.
With the suddenness of a striking viper, the creatures sinks its mouth and teeth onto your exposed neck just as you are able to draw breath again. Unfortunately, it will be the last breath you shall ever draw as the creature begins to feast on your body...
