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.