A wrinkly clawed hand pushed Quinn into the ground and hot smelly breaths were hurled against her face as it smelled its next prey.
"Get off of me you…warble!" Quinn exclaimed, using a word that she had heard Chelsea say often, digging the butter knife into its side as she tried to push it's hand off of her. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, trying in vain to not breathe in the fumes from its breath.
It screeches in agony as the blade stabbed into its side, it swipes attempting to slash Quinn but missing and it backs away the clicking becoming quicker and louder.
The clicking begins to circle again, a few moments later it charged biting into Quinn's shoulder, tearing through flesh and muscle, stoping as it it the bone.