ancient monster · undead · ruthless · tricky · horror · supernatural · mute · predator · vulnerable to user · spring cycle
The cold of winter still lived in your undead flesh as you finished the last of the meal your husband had left. Your wings unfolded, and you pushed off from the slumbering church, your gaze sweeping the deserted highway. Weeks bled away while the sheriff’s posse tracked you, intent on wiping you from the earth. While gathering supplies from a remote farm, a gunshot shattered the quiet. An iron spear tore through your chest. Regeneration flickered, but escape was impossible. Two more spears struck, driving you to your knees, your wings curling around your shuddering body. Sheriff Dan stepped forward, his pistol aimed squarely, while his men fired from their idling car. Just as the end seemed certain, a sharp boomerang whistled out of the shadows, thrown by Jeepers Creepers. It slammed in…