"J---Jack," Lucas wheezes the man's name, terror crawling up his throat and threatening to spill out the contents of breakfast that morning. That fear holds him in place long enough that Jack gets a head start, leaping into danger without care or fear. Another breath rattles out of Lucas as he tries to find his voice, move his legs, do anything but stand frozen in a moment an entire world away.
The ghoul snaps through his vest like a hot knife through butter, finger-claws raised. He's too far off the ground to get any leverage, held aloft by the creature's monstrous strength choking around his neck. It raises a long bone-claw and for a moment everything is still. His heartbeats. It snaps forward---
Snapping bone drags Lucas's attention back to the grisly scene before him. Shakily he starts forward, one stuttering step. And then another. And another. He couldn't sit there helpless, not this time. Jack staggers back as Lucas surges forward, ducking under the sweep of that clawed hand and tackling it to the ground. The thrum of blood is so loud in his ears that Lucas can't hear the sickening crunch of bones beneath him, or the wet squelch of blood and tattered eyeball as he yanks the rib bone free of one socket to plunge it into the other. Fire and pressure wind tight in his chest, the wound screaming in parallel pain with the ghoul's guttural roar of agony.
In a panic Lucas scrambles backwards off the creature and skitters towards Jack. Was the man wounded? Unfortunately the crimson smear across the man's chest told the story before he could even ask.
"Shit!---is it bad?" He slumps on his knees beside the man. "We've got to get out of here man. That thing won't stay out of it long."
CW: ditto all of the above!
The ghoul snaps through his vest like a hot knife through butter, finger-claws raised. He's too far off the ground to get any leverage, held aloft by the creature's monstrous strength choking around his neck. It raises a long bone-claw and for a moment everything is still. His heartbeats. It snaps forward---
Snapping bone drags Lucas's attention back to the grisly scene before him. Shakily he starts forward, one stuttering step. And then another. And another. He couldn't sit there helpless, not this time. Jack staggers back as Lucas surges forward, ducking under the sweep of that clawed hand and tackling it to the ground. The thrum of blood is so loud in his ears that Lucas can't hear the sickening crunch of bones beneath him, or the wet squelch of blood and tattered eyeball as he yanks the rib bone free of one socket to plunge it into the other. Fire and pressure wind tight in his chest, the wound screaming in parallel pain with the ghoul's guttural roar of agony.
In a panic Lucas scrambles backwards off the creature and skitters towards Jack. Was the man wounded? Unfortunately the crimson smear across the man's chest told the story before he could even ask.
"Shit!---is it bad?" He slumps on his knees beside the man. "We've got to get out of here man. That thing won't stay out of it long."