The red scaled thug

When Alice woke up she was not alone.

The thumping echoed out from the back of the cave. It sounded like wet tearing and rending. It sounded horrible.

For a few minutes Alice did not move. She wanted to make certain her position had not been comprised. She needed to make sure she was still secret and safe within the cave.

Slowly Alice crept a look from behind the stalagmite. In the darkness she could make out a hulking figure. The creature was humanoid, perhaps seven feet tall and as broad as a wrestler and covered in thick red scales. Rather than hair the alien had fat white tubes which ran from its sculpt down its back. It was dressed in just a torn and bloody loin cloth.

The dead beast was on the cave floor. It looked like a cross between a sheep and a monkey. It might once have been described as cute but now the white furred and eerily humanoid carcass was being torn apart by a blunt stone axe that the red scaled thug was wielding.

Alice watched in horror. After a number of whacks, bringing its thick axe down into the body of the dead animal, the red scaled thug managed to separate a leg from the corpse. Picking the body part up by the bone the alien butcher ripped a mouthful of meat off and swallowed.