The things were closing in, and I wanted to run. There was no where to run, I was surrounded. The sounds they made only augmented the horror I felt from the mere sight of them.

Was this the end?

I tried to speak, but my mouth refused to work properly. I tried to move, but my feet stuck to the ground. I wanted to close my eyes and cover my ears, but I seemed locked in position.

The things drew closer and closer. I wished I had my shotgun with me. But I had ran out of bullets the last time this happened. I was out of bullets with no where to run.

Just like the last time they came and ate my brains.