Snippet #1718869

The creature moved quickly, Mark didn't even see it move and suddenly it was on him. His throat was constricted as the thing held him.

"Go ahead, finish it. Kill me. You killed the rest. There will be nothing left for you once I'm dead. There is nothing left." He practically spat on the thing. He was afraid of it but he was more angry. "Do it! Just do it already!" Mark yelled at the creature.

He challenged the thing with his eyes. His hands wrapped around it's arms as it gripped his neck. His attempt to free himself made even more ineffectual by the bandages. That was the moment his life had broken down, when the pot burnt his hand. It was truly a sign of the chaos that followed. "They are mad. There is nothing for them once it kills me. It will turn on them...."

Mark's breath was laboured. Between the thing choking him and his anger he was barely getting enough oxygen in. His face grew red and a sweat broke out. He would have laughed at the situation had he not been so full of fear and anger.