Shadows Of Guta (Excerpt 445) Preparing
Stephen stops in his current position for he is now in a slight state of paralysis suspended between the safety of the building and the slippery metal of the door. He is so close to being safe, but now all he can think about is, which fate is worse? If he falls, he will probably die, but if he finds himself face to face with the Guta, he may suffer horribly for days but he quickly realizes the end-result will be the same.
He knows this, it is almost a fact with him and to be honest with himself, he does not care either way. Tears well up in his eyes under the pressure his body is working under and he snickers at the irony of finding himself in this position. He actually laughs at having to weigh these options but his humor fades as the Guta steps out of the shadows.
As it creeps closer, the hideous grin upon its face fills in with rows of wrinkles across its cheeks and forehead. The sickening red color of its skin looks fresh and raw as it rubs its hands together much like a starving man preparing for a holiday feast.