Upon locking eyes with the wretched thing beneath the bridge, Tyson turned and pelted back the way he’d come.
Blubbering, manic, he charged through the dense growth of trees, stumbling on mounds of dirt and scratching his babbling face on jagged branches.
He might’ve made it but for the sleet; his boot slipped at the top of the hill and he tumbled down to the half-frozen waters of the Brook.
As he lay there, ankle sprained, drenched in snow and caked in mud, the shambling, straggly-haired wretch lurched from the shadows and reached a talon-like hand towards his screaming face…
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