This ends now

You can’t let him keep the weapon you grab a piece of debris, a steel bar about three feet long. You fake a swing at as head then turn and attempt to knock the weapon from his hand.

You are fast, he is faster. He simply grabs the rod from your hand and tosses it aside. As he grabs the bar you notice his fingernails are long and sharp like talons.

He swings an arm at you. You duck back into the bulkhead. He swings again. You twist sideways. You feel the air compress next to your cheek as he misses you by millimeters. His hand rakes the bulkhead, cutting quarter inch grooves into the heavy steel.

He laughs a deep throaty laugh. “Definitely not a sheep.”

You are far too involved in not dying to answer with an appropriate quip.

You fake a punch and attempt to kick his privates. He simply grabs your leg and pulls you toward him. His mouth opens a bit wider than a human’s should. You stare into it noting the rows of sharp teeth.

He bites your shoulder. You scream as you feel flesh tear. You fall to the ground, covering your wound with your hand. It is bleeding profusely and feels strange.

You see Gloss chewing a chunk of your flesh.

You can’t help but think ‘he’s eating me’ as darkness swallows you.