Living with the dead
My fingers tied across the leather steering wheel, I yanked towards my left, smoke choking my windscreen. Frantically I twisted, turned and threw myself across the street. Screeching to a halt, torn rubber flung onto the side walks, as a black trail engraved into the tarmac traced my wheels following me from behind. A retching sensation brewed within me, it stood frozen, every twitching muscle had come to stop, its mouth paralysed in a grotesque position. My teeth clamped, sharp shudders hurling it out of position, fear was strung high, hovering between mortal dread and grave panic. I quaked as my soggy spine drooped further. Palm and face heated red like hot pokers. My hands clasped together raised to the sky above a shiver rolled across my back, marbles of sweat plastered my forehead like a plastic head-band.
Swivelling towards it, my eyes tossed to its feet, gnarled just like the rest of its appearance bathing in scarlet-red. I could not keep calm and composed yet rather I lost my will to confidence and trembled in trepidation. A succession of thus proceeded. It made its way toward me. Every drop of blood in my body was frozen.Ripping the door of the side of my car. It’s teeth grinding in a mad fury. It’s hands tossed upon me. I heaved my legs against it. But it was persistent and fought back.
A gunshot was fired as sirens untangled my gnarled heart in the distance, it may be stopped but there was no hope for, it had been drop. I jumped into the back seat as it crawled into the car with me. Banging against the back door the car had been locked. It seems as if it had gained some sort of intelligence since our last encounter. I know it wanted me. But to go through this much in such a solid unbreaking intent, its purpose forced me to give in as my arrogance deflated. A speaker pierced my ears as the creature intrigued but started flew back against the gears.
I lay confused shrouded in the sweat of fear. Green flashes of troopers caught my eyes. My head pressed down bullets slung through the shattered windows the fragments flailing within the air. I looked up. It was gone. There weren’t any troopers no loud speaker throwing of the course of traffic. Or no destruction, that lay the street wasted.