Raking the Forest
Um...Okay, I'm okay. Al and Hal are okay. Tracy, Max and Danni are okay. Omega and Kevin...aren't. What I thought was just my eyes playing tricks on me wasn't a trick at all. It was some...emaciated....it was like someone took a werewolf, shaved it completely down, ripped its fingers out, jammed metallic blades in their place with bolts and springs, and then somehow take out its eyes to replace them with glowing red...voids of some kind. It easily ran up to the van, and in one swipe, it carved a gash into it, taking out the front tire and half of the door. Al got his gun and tried to fire it but the van, going as fast as it was, veered off and went into the ditch, throwing Omega out of the driver seat and partly through the windshield. Everyone else was thrown forward by the impact before that...THING jumped onto the van and tore into Omega's back like it was digging for gold. Kevin, in a fit of panic, threw the van door open after unbuckling himself and ran out