Death by Choice

Chapter 2 - Survival

The sound of fleshed being torn resounded within the tunnel, bouncing at the walls and reaching Vox's ears. What followed after was a savage growl and and the sound of meat being pounded into paste as the creature stepped on whatever remained of Aaron's body.

Vox did his best to remain still, clamping his hands over his mouth to stop himself from sobbing. His heavy breaths and pounding heart made him fear that the beast, whatever it is, can't hear him. He hoped that the thin pillar behind him can shield him from its gaze.

He could still hear the footsteps of the survivors as they ran away. It sounded faint, as if they're far away. Vox wondered if they are far enough. His cynical side told him they aren't.

And then he heard the beast start walking. It was growling with mad sadism. Its footsteps were heavy, creating what felt like tiny earthquakes every time its paws hit the ground. Each step made him feel as if his world will crumble in the next second.

Vox curled up his body even more, trying his best to hide his presence. He trembled as thick black fur appeared at the edge of his vision. And then came a snout, similar to a canine's. Open wide in a pant that release air so foul, Vox had to hold his breath to hold himself back from gagging.

It's so close to him. His shoulder almost touched its fur.

I don't want to die. A desperate plea resounded in his mind, loud and repeating. Its volume only slightly lower than his frantically beating heart.

The beast took another step. Its razor sharp teeth came into full display. Vox could see bits of flesh and torn, bloody clothes stuck in between the gaps. He closed his eyes as he tried not to connect them with the new friends that he had just made.

A step.

And then another.

His body stiffened when he saw the glow of a serpentine pupil enveloped by ruby red irises. His heart jumped to his throat.

It hasn't found him yet.