Death

Automatically...….

"Wifey.....calling" the line buzzed slowly, there was break, then the reply came.

"Sorry…the number you are trying to call is not reachable at the moment please try again later...Thank you"

"God damn it....."He cried "operator…call me my wife"

"Wifey... Calling" the buzz came in softly again…Suddenly, a sleepy female voice answered at the receiving side.....

"Hello...Mark dear… Where are you" He grabbed the phone to his ears.

"Ellie" he rasped loudly "listen to me Ellie…am not going to make it" He breathed in "They're gonna kill me..."

"Who Mark....who" Ellie cried.....

"No time to explain.....take care of our girl okay.....I lov....."

From behind a harsh rustling interrupted him, out of the woods, slowly, swarmed eyes, glowing, watching him intently, their bodies' lumpy dark against the night...

"Marks…are you there"

Their smell, reeking of blood, mingled with a curious taint of smoke, like monsters from hell, their canines gleaming white, glittering with a purpose of murder.....blood.....DEATH!!

"Mark" Ellie yelped "Mark"

Mark sat rigidly, watching the creatures, things he had made with his own hands, now had rebelled against him, to kill him.....NO.....to EAT HIM! Monsters were monsters, either in the wild or in a glass tube, smoked with purple gas. A warm wet patch formed on his trousers as the creatures grind their fangs furiously, he could still feel the fear clawing at his skin, giving no room for nothing but beg for mercy... He stood on the both knees, his hands clasped together; his lips muttered a silent prayer. A tearing snarl sent him backwards, shrinking with fright. The monsters once immobile countenance now contoured with foaming hunger...

"Mark…honey. Are you there" Ellie still cried at the end of the line...

The creatures hurled themselves at him; they bit, clawed, and slashed all around him. They roared, yapped tearing the flesh from him. He kicked, rolled, screamed, his shrill voice rang over the din, and the darkness was all over him, darkness of roused scavengers.....

"Mark....." Ellie's voice sobbed "Mark can you hear me.....Mark ohhhh my God"

He couldn't, the blood sputtered over him, he felt his fingers being ripped off and the numbing pain that followed, the stomach was slashed and the innards drawn out and torn, a shooting pain coursed through his body as dark lumps made for his throat. The warm stuff ran over his chest, he tried to wave the darkness off, those tearing at his head, on his thigh, tearing at his genitals...a gurgling sound rose from his open throat a sound calling for help.

But suddenly, he no longer felt, he no more kicked or rolled, his brain clicked dully. Then he knew why, his head was gone, he could see the monsters over his body, he could still hear Ellie's voice over the noise of the cackling, it was like watching a movie with a bad scene, watching from a great distance away.