"H-help…"
A faint voice of help sounded..
A man, barely conscious, used his bloodied nails to crawl like a worm away.
His legs were mangled, his feet were completely shredded, and his back had long, stretchy scratch marks running down it.
It was like he was attacked by a wild animal.
Then, soft-sounding footsteps came behind him. It didn't sound like boots hitting the ground, but instead like someone walking barefoot on dirt.
The man paled, recognizing those footsteps of doom.
"No…"
A dirt-covered foot touched his back and forced him to the ground. He couldn't crawl away anymore from the creature that loomed over him, its hot breath on his neck.
The man turned his head around to face his fate.
It was one person at first, but then four more appeared from the darkness like ghostly apparitions. They surrounded him, the dying man, like a group of reapers.
