Devils

You're standing alone, in a thick puddle of blood. Hands shaking, your hands are slick with blood as you grip the pistol tighter, [color] eyes wide and horrified as you face the beast standing there before you.

Seven heads, seven necks moving wildly, each face is covered with white masks eyes hollowed out, long dripping fangs bellowing out low growls and deep roars as it moves closer to you limping on one of it's broken 'hands' where you had shot only moments prior.

You were going to die if you didn't do something....