We live in a ghost world

Prologue

The beast hunkered downwards, it's tail crooked and sleek with the blood from it's fresh kill. It lowers it's mouth and rips apart another chunk of meat, revealing white ribs smothered in yellowed fat and speckled red and black. Reaching for more tender flesh, it pries it's hands through the fouled mess, yanking apart the bowels - spewing feces and internal parts onto the concrete.

The putridity of the intestines roll off the stinky pounds in heady waves. The monster nudges the waste littered on the ground, inhaling the scent it produced, before shifting back to the body of the deceased animal it brought down here moments earlier. As it forced it's massive teeth to comb through the shredded bulk, blood coursing down it's throat, the stench of filth looming in the air, Daphne Blake sat still, stunned by her misfortune. Hot liquid soaks her pants as she voided on herself unexpectedly as the beast fed. Moving to sit back on to the balls of her heels, out of sight from the monster, she decidedly starts to pray.

"If there is a God, please-" she starts, her breath rising in her chest only to cease in her throat.

Her hair is plastered to her face, her private smelled, her open wound reeked of pus and oncoming death, the little amount of urine she managed to squeeze out emphasize her dehydration and it held the odor of metal and impurities. Even with the knowledge that she might die, it couldn't happen here - not with what her boyfriend Mike did to make sure she would live. If only he knew what his life had costed, her stuck in hiding and dying anyways.

So she prayed for mercy, she didn't want to die here. Not by the monster, and certainly not alone, but with the beast picking up the aroma from her urine - what other choice was there besides everything she desired to avert. The creature stopped picking the meat, though ripe, from the broken rib cage and holds it's snout upward to hone in on the oncoming scent.

It's whiskers hum sightly, twitching alerting a nearby presence. Taking advantage of it's true height, by standing up on it's hind legs, the beast towered over a startling seven feet. The tiny hairs buzz again, and the creature swivels it's head in concentration. Kneeling downwards to it's humble position, the monster builds up a roar in the center of it's being and belts it forth, causing Daphne to confess herself out of security.