Alive

You try to grasp for anything around on the ground. All you feel is the unkept grass and a few beer bottles every now and then. The being continues to chomp aggressively, hungering for a taste of your neck. Your open hand frantically searches, finally grasping a rock next to your thigh. You clutch it steadily and bash it into the being’s head. It faltered, but continued to bite. You continue to collide the rock into the being’s skull until it finally collapsed onto you. It smelled of death and rotting skin. You push the body off of you and catch your breath, trying to comprehend what happened. Rico desperately needs your help.