There was chaos erupting all around the field. Yet the creature standing on Joel’s crushed body remained still, simply turning its head in impossible directions to survey the area around it.

The creature raised its wings as it leaped off the pool of blood. As it moved, the gusts of wind produced by its wings kicked up more dirt.

This time however, the creature continued to flap its wings even after landing.

Jean noticed this, yet he still failed to find the will to move his legs, let alone his body.

Fuck, fuck, fuck….

The creature swirled the wings in a way that managed to gather bits of wind and dirt and trap it in a fleshy opening between its chest. It pulsated and widened with each alternating beat of the wings.

After a moment, the creature stopped moving and tilted its head in the direction of Jean.

Jean couldn’t help but make eye-contact with it.

The grotesque features and jet-black fur of the creature was off putting to the point where Jean no longer had words to spare.

The large bat-like creatures’ eyes rolled back behind its head as the bones in the wings snapped and popped.

In an instant, the back of the creature had become its front.

The head flipped upright in unison with the bodies transformation and the blood-red eyes rolled downwards to come face-to-face with Jean.

Heavy breathing and the gurgles of the creature filled Jeans ears.

What the fuck is this thing!?

This can’t be happening!

Fucking move!

A million thoughts were rushing through Jeans brain yet, he found himself utterly paralyzed.

The creature got down onto its arms and stomped towards Jean.

Tears were now cascading down Jeans face.

Yet, as if time stopped, Jean looked past the creature that was approaching him to see the crowds of people scrambling in the distance.

I just need to move!

Anywhere is better than here!

Jean caught a glimpse of Joel’s body once more.

I’m sorry Joel...

Eventually, Jean brought himself to start moving his body.

He could confidently move his arms, yet his legs were still frozen in place.

Out of frustration, Jean began to slam his fist against his legs, hoping that it would get them moving.

As the creature got closer, Jean’s began to slam his fists more viciously. Constantly, looking back and forth between his legs and the approaching creature.

Sweat, tears and mucus covering his face, his eye’s scrunched up in a momentary fit of anger and self-loathing.

No longer able to contain his frustration, Jean screamed.

“MOVE GOD DAMMIT!”

His fists came crashing down onto his knee with a force, that even Jean himself couldn’t comprehend.

Crack

With a jolt, his right knee snapped.

Jean screamed out in pain.

However, despite the pain, the adrenaline that had been building up allowed him to push through it.

Movement, albeit staggered, came back to his legs and immediately Jean began running in the opposite direction.