I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow. The demon was advancing slowly. Blood dripping from his jaws. Scrambaling on my hands backwards, with my limp and broken leg dragging in front of me, I braced for the inevitable death looming before me. The thing roared and I screamed again. Hitting the back of a wall I whimper as the thing comes closer. I should've listened to Shader. I think as the hideously beast advanced. He had a face stitched with scars, criss-crossing this way and that. It had horns on its head that curled around its ugly face. The eyes glowing red with death. With its scared and nasty skin stretching across his back.