Creative writing 3
She took a quick look behind her, she saw nothing. She could
still hear the blood-curdling screeches of the monsters behind. She kept
running, there was no turning back now, she thought of the man she had seen getting
mauled. All she could think about was the fact that she could be next. Not thinking
she accidentally tripped while not watching where she was going. She scrambled
to get to her feet, thinking the monsters were right behind her. She had
dropped her flashlight when she fell and the glass had cracked. She couldn’t
see clearly now because all that was coming from her flashlight was a few
slivers of light. She tried to make out her path ahead but she accidentally
turned down a side alley. She kept running without looking back when suddenly
she came to a dead stop. She started to feel sick to her stomach when she saw
the mangled body of the man she had seen earlier. No one would have been able
to make out his face, it was so badly mangled, but she did for sure. She couldn’t
stop staring at him when suddenly, a group of the monsters emerged from behind
a trash can where they were scavenging for food. They caught a quick glance of
her and they were on the attack. She knew that these were her final moments. She
tried her best to escape but they had closed off all possible exits. The monsters
moved closer and finally attacked. The body of Mary Goldfish has not yet
been discovered.
