Aurelia, the last one still standing, moved her tired body across the blue field, her breaths ragged and shallow. The sounds of chaos echoed around her as her trembling hands reached for the gun that had fallen nearby. Her fingers curled around the cold metal, slick with blood, and she tried to steady her aim.
The Abomination turned, its monstrous frame twisting with unnatural fluidity. Its eyes locked onto Aurelia, the faint glint of recognition crossing its inhuman features. It remembered her—the fragile one who had trembled the most, the one whose fear had made its heart race with the thrill of the hunt. It savored that terror, feeding off it like a drug. Slowly, deliberately, it began to stalk toward her, savoring every moment.
