Erin, walking down the memory lane: Slow motion
From Create Your Own Story
Time slows down...
The teenager's dark eyes are back on you. You can feel your soul stripped by that stare.
Your hand is half way from the holster.
She starts running towards you.
Your hand is on the gun's handle when her nails plunge into your neck.
With amazing strength she lifts you from the ground, holding you high above her head.
The gun is out, you release the security.
She twists your head to the side before sinking her fangs into your neck.
The muzzle of the gun is now pressing against her chin but you're not able to press the trigger. The sensation of her mouth sucking on your neck is both frightening and delightful. You abandon yourself to the pleasures of the bite.
The explosion near your hear throws you away from the girl. In a nervous twitch you must have pressed the trigger. The monster is screaming in pain, half her jaw is gone, a smoking hole in the top of her head. She should be dead or dying but her scream doesn't loose in intensity.
Going past the pain and the dizziness, you lift your gun again and pressing it against the open wound you empty the clip. The bullets tear through the head of the girl.
Bits of bone and chunks of brain go flying around.
Click, Click.
The grotesque figure below you is still convulsing.
You engage a second clip and repeat the process.
The sweet face of the girl is now a blood magma. She eventually stops moving.
You crawl to your partner. He's in pretty bad shape, you try to reach someone over the radio.
"Officer down, officer down... We need an ambulance ..."
The only answer you get is static.
You grab Sam and throw it in the back seat of the car.
The empty eyes of the corpse on the passenger seat is staring at you. You open the passenger door and push it out.
You engage the contact and start driving away from the scene.
As impossible as it may seem, you have the distinct impression that the headless body of the girl moved when you passed by it.
The blood is still pouring down your wound, you feel dizzy but you manage to stay awake long enough to reach the hospital.
You crash the car into the ER entrance and all goes black around you.
That’s all you can remember. You have no clue of how you ended up in this cage. So, what now?
Do you try to comfort the crying person or explore your cage for a weak spot and try to escape?
