She catches the silhouette of some behemoth to the side of her. Thick and strong, swollen, but somehow able to have gained on her. She steps into a cliché that snaps just above her ankle. She picks her face up out of the mud and forces a raspy scream, which in turn, is rudely interrupted by the end of a crutch knocking out three of her teeth.
Lucas: An Excerpt I
She catches the silhouette of some behemoth to the side of her. Thick and strong, swollen, but somehow able to have gained on her. She steps into a cliché that snaps just above her ankle. She picks her face up out of the mud and forces a raspy scream, which in turn, is rudely interrupted by the end of a crutch knocking out three of her teeth.