Voices in a Thunderstorm

Fall

A man emerges from a facility, it's windows smashed and doors hung ajar. His eyes are wild and he frantically looks side to side. Deep inside the facility, he couldn't hear the pitter patter of the eternal rain storm. On his way out, the thundering sound of his heart beat drowned out the fact that it stopped. Now, he is in the open air and no rain pelts his skin. He is open and venerable, but too afraid to go back inside. The creature is not insight, but that's not guaranteed to last long. The buildings around him are tall, tall enough to block any sight off the screaming monster made of tortured flesh. He is frantic and scared, too wound up to calm his heart enough to listen for the sound of tons of wet flesh slapping across the concrete.

He bolts for the nearest street, one he has not been on before. Heart pounding, breath heaving, he reassured himself that he must be close to the outskirts, that he could not hear the screams when he entered, but as he zigzags through the cityscape, he had lost his way. The sirens were loud.

He bursts from an ally and turns the corner, but turns so fast that he falls and scrambles in his attempt to turn around. At the end of the street, there is the monster. It towers above any man, scraping the sides of the buildings in the narrow street. It has many arms and many mouths, all stretched outwards in a tortured attempt to escape. Some of their arms are broken, blood slipping down the disfigured limbs that bend at all the wrong angles. The mouths are stretched wide to groan in agony, skin around them stretched taught as they connect to the beings beside them. All identifying features have been wiped away by the merging of flesh and the scrape of skin on concrete under the weight of hundreds.  The mass shines pink with rivulets of blood trickling down to stain the water below.

Hundreds of arms reach toward the man and he hears the voices of hundred rasp "Help me" from hundreds of bloody faces with broken noses and bloody eyes.

Horrified, he runs, and the beast follows.

He corners himself at the edge of a storm drain and has to scramble over the steep walls to escape the advancing wall of flesh. Around him are trees and inside home lights a spark of home that he can loose the creature, but he exits the foliage and quickly realized he has nowhere else to go. In front of him is the drop of to a sheer cliff that drops off into thick mist. Behind him, there is a creature that. Wants to eat him. Two aside, there are trees fall off similar cliffs.

He has nowhere to go, but he won't give up. Terrified, but determined, he takes a leap in the creature tumbles after him. He falls and the creature falls behind him. He won't die by it's hand. [the creature grabs the edge of his shirt before they both disappear into the mist]