The beastie was lunging and screeching, moving us ever
farther from Jason and Megan. The strong nails on its elongated
hand fought to reach back and get purchase in my flesh.
One claw caught me in the face, but not before I dragged my
blade across its throat. The wet, warm liquid splattering my hand
was satisfyingly delicious. Maybe I wasn’t very human anymore.
Wetness trickled down my injured cheek.
I rode the body to the ground as it collapsed. I squatted
against the corpse for several seconds, catching my breath. Puddles
of red stained the ground. I was happy for the blood. Usually I
worried the smell would attract more undergrounders, but this
time, I wanted the attraction. I needed the distraction.
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