The creature was coming for me again.
Its blue skin wept greenish blood. Somehow it had lived through Sean's attack, missing an arm now and chunks of flesh from its midsection, but still lurching forward. Saliva sprayed from its mouth as it snapped words that made no sense.
I screamed and scrambled to run. I didn't make it. Something knocked me down again and I crawled as best I could, but my shoulder was bent wrong and the pain stopped me from getting anywhere. So I lay there and cried.
Then warmth crept over me, sudden and wrong, and my clothes caught fire.
I screamed, clawing at the fabric, trying to rip it away, but it was melting against my skin instead of coming off. The flames climbed the long sleeves of my top and spread upward. The ghoul stood watching, delighted, clapping its clawed hands together and pointing.
"Help me!" I screamed. The fire was at my shoulders now.
