Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25418458-20140914200850

The thing chased us into the cornfield. Its jaw was broken, making its mouth agape. Its blood stained claws reached for my back wanting more of my red fluid. Its neck twitched to the right side. Its tongue lashed back and forth through its proken jaw. Even as it kept pace with us steadily, it still had to drag its leg with a limp. as we got further into the stalks of corn, it paused and stared at us with hate inducing eyes. It turned itself skyward and let out a gargled scream, that sounded as if it were crying for help... and as it finished, it fell to the ground. Almost life less and seemingly helpless. 