The Open Cage

This is a short story experiment, using this story to improve my writing. Feel free to give any feedback.

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The claws dig further into his chest, with blood seeping out and wetting his black shirt. Adams' eyes are in a daze, with a single drop of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. I hear ringing in my ears, my body lunging toward him. A pair of hands clutches and holds my body back, pulling me away.
The ringing doesn't stop, any remaining strength I have leaves my body, and my knees buckle under me. My face hits the floor, and my vision blurs. A pair of hands presses my head firmly on the wooden floor, forcing me to stay down. "Play dead; it's the only way," gasping with a shaking breath in my ear.

The last thing I see is the life leaving Adam's eyes as the claws release his chest.