The Wretched Man laid crumpled on the shiny metal floor. Isaac gasped in terror as all the blood left his face. With a shaking hand, he raised his pistol to the monster. But then the light cut out, drowning Isaac in darkness. He jumped to his feet in horror, unable to see where the Wretched Man was. He swept the muzzle of his gun blindly through the darkness, trying to see something, anything.
FLASH FLASH FLASH
The Wretched Man had closed half the distance, oozing across the cracked floor. The cabin was filled with the scraping sound of bone on metal and the cracks of stressed bones snapping. Isaac felt the strength began to leave his limbs as the panic attack began. He gasped and pulled the trigger.
The gunshot was a bomb going off inside the tiny metal cabin and Isaac’s hearing immediately failed. The bullet buried into The Wretched Man’s face. Bone fragments issued out of the wound, blood spurted and flesh was ripped apart. But The Wretched Man did not stop. He continued, unfazed, crawling towards Isaac. Isaac meanwhile, had collapsed to his knees, holding his ringing ears. The Wretched Man began to raise his head, so as too look Isaac in the face. Isaac tore his gaze away and raised his gun again as the darkness came back, flooding the cabin with a pitch-black void.
Blind and deaf, Isaac desperately tried to find The Wretched Man. He pointed the gun left and right, but couldn’t make out anything.
FLASH FLASH FLASH
The Wretched Man was gone. Isaac swept the cabin with the muzzle of the pistol, but there was nothing. He shook his head and blinked.
And then he noticed it. Out of the bottom of his vision, he saw a fleck of ashy color. He glanced down at his chest.
Two gnarled, toeless feet attached to skeletal legs hung down from his shoulders. Isaac screamed bloody murder.
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