Yelling, I woke up to someone yelling next to me. My head was throbbing, and someone was yelling right into my ear, making it intolerable. As I turned my head towards the yelling and opened my eyes, I felt a gush of wind and blood. Blood was flung towards me as I saw how Sarah's head flew to the ground; the rest of the body was tied to the wooden post next to me, and her hands were tied behind her back with rope. Blood covered my face, and panic settled in. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't; I felt like my mouth was sewn closed. As I tried to wipe off blood, I then realized I couldn't move my hands. I was tied to the post like the poor woman next to me. I In front of me stood a few soldiers, Major Clark, and two casually dressed civilians.
"You fucking cunt."
Sam! Sam is alive. As I looked to my left, I could see Sam, tied to a post a few steps away, hands tied behind his back and forehead covered with so much blood that blood was dripping from the tip of his nose to the ground.
"You are a fucking cunt, Richard, why?" Sam yelled while staring at him. Richard just stood there and didn't even bother to look towards Sam or towards us and was getting ready for something. He and everyone who accompanied him started to change into hunter gear. They acted like we are not here, like this was everyday stuff for them.
"Not enough," a bold, deep male voice said. I raised my head and saw how Richard nodded to a hooded man and walked towards Sam.
"Don't take it personally; both of you are just trash. At least now your lives have some meaning. Not everybody gets a happy ending," Richard said with a calm and controlled voice and walked close to Sam. Sam stared him in the eyes and opened his mouth, trying to say something, but nothing came out. He just stared at Richard into his blue eyes with his mouth wide open. When I was wondering why Sam suddenly stopped talking, I saw Richard's knife in his chest, blood flowing out from the sides of the knife. My heart sank, tears covered my eyes, my throat was sore, and I wasn't able to talk or think, my mind went blank. Richard pulled his knife out and started walking towards me, knife in his hand, waved it in the air to get blood off from it. I wanted to yell, scream, He killed my only friend in front of my eyes, but words didn't come out, only weird sounds accompanied by gasping for air. He stood in front of me, put his hand on my shoulder, pressed the knife at my heart, looked me in the eyes, and started to add pressure on the knife. "Let's not keep Sam waiting," he said with a demonic smile on his face. I looked him in the eyes, seeing only bloodlust, the Richard I met in the bar was not there, never was. There was no emotion, only a twisted smile and no regret. He's not human; he is a monster. Somehow I wasn't afraid of dying; I felt anger, anger I had never felt before. I wanted to tear him apart.
"He's coming; get ready to attack!" Yelled a guy with a black jacket and hood over his face. When Richard heard it, he pulled the knife away and started to run away, tears In my eyes, hands shaking behind me, I saw how everybody ran away and took cover behind rocks. But attack what? As this thought crossed my mind, the ground shook. Bait, me, and Sam were just bait for some monster, is this what our lives are worth to them?. I understand that now. Everybody was in on it except me, Sam, and that poor girl Sarah. I gave a look towards the girl, who was filled with excitement and happiness few minutes before. Sadness overwhelming me as I realized this fucked-up place will be my end. As the reality kicked in, I saw how the post and the headless body started to sink into the sand. Something is moving underneath. When I was moving my head to look at Sam, I heard a huge thud. A worm bigger than a school bus leaped out of the sand towards the hunters. The battle begins between the worm and the hunters, worm was leaping at them and hunter rushed out of his way. This was my chance to get away. There wont be another chance. If this overgrown worm don't kill me, then they will. I started to twist my hands, trying to get my hand loose, but the rope was tight. It was painful to move my hands. I felt how the rope was digging into my skin but didn't stop, even when I felt blood dripping from my hands. I kept going. I could feel it; the rope got loose, loose enough that I got one hand out. Twisting and pulling, I tried to get my legs free. In the middle of frustration and pain, trying to break free, hunters managed to hurt the worm badly. Worm was much weaker then hunters, but he was fast and this was his environment. Black blood mixed with sand covered the battleground. Cuts and burn marks, an axe plunged into the worm, only the handle stood out. I wanted to get out of there, but now I wasn't the only one with a plan to escape. As I got my legs free, rope still tingling from the wrist of my right hand, loud yelling traveled across the battlefield: "Don't let it get away." The earth beneath me shook again, sand flew towards me with a deafening bang, and the earthquake was so strong I lost my balance and fell on my knees. I looked behind me; Worm was making his escape and digging into the ground, with hunters dashing towards him, only part of his tail still out from the sand, with the axe into him only handle out. I stood up, staring at the monster and the hunters behind him running towards us. Richard saw me standing there, our eyes met, and out of thin air, the same dagger that took the life of my friend was flying towards me. Just before the knife managed to make impact, rope got twisted around the handle of the axe, and a strong pull swept me off my feet again and pulled me into the hole. Pain was too much for me; the pressure of the sand collapsing into me and my hand that was strangled with the rope felt like it was going to be torn off. No way to breathe, everything got dark again.