The pounding at the door stopped suddenly. Clara clutched her rifle close to her chest, her breathing shaky. It was gone, at least for now. She slowly got to her feet and began reinforcing the barricade against the door. Pushing cabinets and cupboards in front of it. That thing won't be getting in any time soon. She breathed a sigh or relief before a chill ran down her spine. Her motion tracker beeped. She reached for it with a shaking hand, glancing down at the screen. Movement right on top of her. She turned just in time to see the alien drop from the air vent. She screamed and ran for the door, trapped by the barricade. She pulled the cupboard aside before she felt the alien's tail pierced her chest. She gasped for air with punctured lungs as it dropped her to the floor, like a fish floundering for air before it suffocated.
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Goretober 2022
HorrorThird year in a row and I still can't draw so you know what that means, more bitesized, gruesome scenes based on goretober prompts, fingers crossed I can finish it a second year in a row
