The hunter clicked inches from her face.
Wet, rapid pulses slapped against her skin, mapping every pore, every trembling muscle, every frantic heartbeat. Its breath smelled of rot and copper. She held her breathe.
Is it the end?
A gunshot cracked in the distance.
The hunter whipped its head into the direction.
Malcolm. Was he in danger? Had he come back for them?
The creature's head tilted. The small, human ear on the side of its pale skull twitched like a dog catching a new sound. Another gunshot echoed.
It screeched, a piercing, furious sound, and spun away from her. It bolted down the hallway on all fours, claws tearing across the floor. At the end of the corridor it slammed into the window, cracking the glass. It wrenched the frame open and leaned out, clicking rapidly as it scanned the outside world.
A third gunshot rang out.
The hunter shrieked once more, then launched itself through the broken window and vanished out.
