runoutofwit
Her breath catches in her chest. She readies her weapon and stares into the brush. She heard it. She knows she heard it. But what is it? It could be anything. Any brand of nightmare, any type of monster, ready to tear her apart, to rip her open, to paint the ground with her blood.
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