It snarled at me. Its eyes round, long ovals, a tiny pupil in the centre, bloodshot red. It let out a long groan and stood against the moon, its milky, pearly skin gleaming in the moonlight. I could smell the toxic pong from its body odours. A bead of sweat trickled off my face as I stared at the beast before me, my eyes fearful. I tried to turn to run but my feet seemed glued to the floor, forbidding me to move. Instead, I attempted to raise my arm which held a pistol, to no avail. It seemed to be more frustrated now. I breathed in, and with human instinct, as one must, turned on heel and sprinted against my body as fast as possible.