Luthryll

Bloody shoelaces dragging, road strewn with broken glass. Mika pulled herself towards the car, a path of red handprints trailing behind her like spoor. Sam was gone, a broken rag-doll silhouetted against the halogen-lit dark. But Mika still had a chance. Behind her something stalked, shifted, scented the wind. Mika gritted her teeth, and crawled.