Thick yellow pus ran down chasmic cracks in its lips that only worsened as its smile grew. The huddled spot of warmth that thought itself safe beneath an upturned school-desk didn't know she had been spotted which delighted it to no end - so many years had been and gone since it last had a decent chase.
She might have heard the sound of pus hitting the floor in thick excited globules... she definitely heard the rattled exhale it let out to spark her into running. It loved a runner and she did not disappoint as she threw a rock to the right and dashed for the open door on the left.
How funny - she thought it was tracking movement.
How naïve - she thought a metal door would stop it.
How... strange...
When it broke through the metal door all it could see was varying shades of cold. It she was among them she must have been near frozen to the bone,much as it felt trying to track her through the somewhat-functioning meat locker. It hoped she'd run out the door on the other side and tried to head straight for it.
It heard the wind rushing through the air too late as she swung an old butcher's knife at its back and ran back out leaving it shocked, sluggish and bleeding profusely among the other chunks of flesh the room contained. Underestimating an opponent is the most lethal mistake anyone could make and as it struggled to get to its feet, it realised that she'd likely found her way out.
She'd tell others and bring them back to finish the job.
It tore down a curtain on its way down to the basement to prepare.
If she was bringing it more meat then it would gorge until all of them were dead.
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