Chicken noodle soup for the twisted soul

surrounded

       I was running out of breath. My body was nearing it breaking point. I couldn't go on much longer. They were tight on my heels, I couldn't seem to lose them. As I looked back to see the lack of distance between us, I tripped over my own feet.
         I tried to get up but it was too late. They were on me. I managed to roll over. I was then looking one of them in the face. I swear my heart stopped as I looked at it's rotten flesh and cold dead eyes. But I still fought for my life as it was trying to rip my face off with it's bloody teeth. As I ripped my fingers through it's neck killing it I said " one down, three to go" . Because last I checked only four of them had ​gotten loose.