Why I Think Raccoon Went Down So Fast
In the back alleyway a woman in a tattered blood soaked dress is stumbling around. Missing one high heeled shoe, and clawing at an invisible force with her right hand, the other, broken with the bone sticking out holding a severed limb. Her one eye, white and glazed over while the other, hung out of the socket, swinging as she lumbered around in a mindless state. Gore and smeared make-up cover her once, beautiful face with matted hair swaying in the slight breeze.
A cop car stops, at seeing this awkward sight and cautiously walks over to the seemingly distraught woman. The cop, now at the entrance of the back alleyway stops, to stare at the queer sight. With his hand resting lightly on the .45 Colt Magnum in its leather holster. He eases another step toward the now still citizen.
Another inch he takes, another minute passes by, no movement, no sound, even now the wind has died down but a lingering scent catches the cop's scenes. The smell of molting, decaying flesh washes over the cop in a brilliantly strong wave of death, twiddling around with his fate. The woman turns to face him. She greets him with a low, hallowous, monotone, moan of hunger. The primal scene within her grows when she catches a new, very much alive, meal. She turns more, dropping her other poor victim's body part and lurches toward the man.
The RPD cop straightens up and he asks her in a shaky but comforting tone: "Mama, are you alright...?"
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.oOThis is my First Fic, plz be nice! All reviews are welcome!Oo.
-AkumuOkami