I was passing by a small town during my road trip when I decided to stop by a bar for a quick drink. I sat down by the bar and ordered their finest beer, drinking it to my pleasure.
While gulping away at my drink, a man burst into the bar, sweating and breathing heavily.
"It's coming," he said, with as little breath as he could muster. With these words, the bar went wild. People began to yell and scream at each other as they raced for the door.
They were pushing each other out of the way, hurting themselves to be one of the first ones out the door. The bartender himself vaulted across his bar and pushed people out of the way.
This continued until no one was left in the bar.
"What the fuck just happened," I said to myself. If I didn't know any better, I would say they were afraid of something, but what? That's when I saw it enter the bar.
It was a creature I had never seen before, with glazed over eyes, sharp teeth, and snake-like tongue.
It was hunched over with a giant bump on its back, its skin decaying off its body, revealing muscle and bone underneath.
One of its legs was broken, and it dragged it across the ground while it walked towards me.
I was too afraid to move at this point, and when it came to me, I could smell its putrid breath which made me miss the smell of its skin.
When it stood in front of me, it looked me in the eyes, and said to me, "What are you doing? Run, it's coming!"