He stalked through the forest, following the trail of crimson blood that led through the forest. He clutched his rifle close as he waded through the brush. Finally he found it, a deer laying motionless against a tree. With excitement he ran over but paused when he got close. The deer's stomach had been ripped open from the inside, a large cavern in the middle of its organs where the pieces of an egg shell now adorned. He looked around frantically for what it was until he heard a rustling from above him. He barely had time to scream before it dropped down on top of him. As he struggled to pry it off of him it dawned on him that this had been it's plan. He had walked right into it's trap. It clamped down onto his throat and as he tried to push it off it took his throat with him. He tried uselessly to gasp for air. Watching through fading vision as the newborn prepared to eat it's first meal.
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Goretober 2023
HorrorYou guessed it, still can't draw so we're back for Goretober year 4. I'm gonna do my best to write A short horror scene every day for every prompt. Wish me luck!
