I'm shaking.
Violently.
Every inch of me trembles, as if my body is about to collapse beneath the sheer weight of my fear.
My heart slams against my ribs, erratic, wild, like a trapped bird throwing itself against the bars of its cage.
Because it's them.
Those monsters.
The burly brute, his beard a filthy tangle, his yellowed teeth gnashing as he grins.
The tall, skeletal one, slicked-back hair plastered to his scalp, his crooked teeth gleaming in the dim light like jagged knives.
Their twisted faces burn into my mind, their very presence suffocating.
And behind them—
A pack of at least ten others.
Each one vile in their own way.
All radiating the same sickening, predatory hunger.
They're human.
But their eyes…
Their eyes pierce through me, gleaming with cruel amusement and wicked intent—
More monstrous than any beast.
It's like they're peeling me apart, savoring my fear the way vultures circle a dying creature.
