Take A Bite
The rain made the ground slippery, it would be so easy to fall and break something.
She hurried closer. Her hand was already reaching for her phone that was no doubt drenched due to the rain. " Is he alright? I can...I can call for help...."
The larger figure visibly tensed. Slowly, he turned to face her, and Maya froze under the weight of his gaze. His eyes—deep, dark red like fresh blood—locked onto hers. His face, a maze of countless tattoos, twisted into a snarl. Razor-sharp teeth gleamed in the dim light, still wet with crimson. She was certain something—flesh, perhaps—was wedged between them. On the ground, the other man had gone terrifyingly still. A gaping wound tore across his neck,
Sikat na Kabanata