You put all your strength into the punch, and your entire body vibrates as your fist connects. Tendons shriek and pop as Sheff’s head whips around. What's left of the hand he was chewing flies from his mouth. Vertebrae crack against each other and bulge out at grotesque angles. It takes you a moment to comprehend what you are seeing. His body is still facing forward but his head is completely twisted around. His arms raise toward you but he veers slightly left, unable to see you he staggers by, grabbing at empty air. You stand still as he brushes past. Arms flail, and you see his confusion. Standing behind him, looking into his face, he reaches forward in the opposite direction. It seems almost comical, until in his frustration he swings his body around and his outstretched arm catches the side of your head with a loud and hollow thud. Suddenly, from the ground, you see another blood-soaked creature running at you from the dugout as the world fades to black…
No comments:
Post a Comment