After some time passed, the screaming in the woods had stopped and a haunting silence took over. This silence was broken only by the man's shallow, wet breaths as he lay on the now blood-soaked ground.
His body was convulsing in erratic spasms, trembling as though struggling against some unseen force. His skin, now drained to an unnatural pallor, stretched taut over sharp bones and deep bruises.
Dirt and blood stained his horror stricken face, yet his eyes were perhaps the most chilling sight: vines writhed within the now empty, bloody, sockets, burrowing deeper with each twist and twitch. A truly unsettling sight.
A putrid stench also wafted from him, thick with the scent of decay and fecal matter, all mingling with the sharp odor of fresh blood.
Flies and insects swarmed over his trembling body, drawn by the same foul aroma. His lips, now cracked and gray, tried to form words, though they barely escaped his mangled mouth.