I heard him before I saw him-a low deep throated rumble that stilled the air between us. He was close. I could almost feel his warm breath on my bare arms, see those blood-thirsty amber eyes, hear him piercing through my flesh. He was immense, his being prevailed all my senses as I gave in to the writ of destiny and surrendered before fate. My mind felt heavier as if the thoughts had been drenched with fear. All seemed to have come to a standstill as he pounced upon me. The spear pierced through my chest barely missing the heart, prolonging the end. He spurned it and thrust it further in. I felt cold, numbed. I felt a shiver through my spine as I saw the blood-stained ground below. I turned to face the beast, staring into a pair of red stones, blood-hungry, burning. It was the intensity in his eyes, the power in the moment that drove me into the struggle, with a grit to survive, to fight back and die fighting. With the last breath in my mouth, I gathered all that I could and thrust forward, lunged onto his throat and pushed back. I fought hard with all the determination and desperation that a dying last man of his race could fathom. And as we perished into the cliff, falling into the deep trench of ignominy, With us perished humanity.
As the last humans, we had evolved into the beasts that we were meant to be. Adoring death and pain. Living with the wild. In the wild. As the last breaths of humanity exhaled into the cold heart of mother nature, a deep mist of death covered the sky.
