Just a one shot. Please let me know what you think.
Mary was running for her life, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. In one hand she held her pistol, her fingers trembling around its grip. On the other, a small yet razor-sharp knife. Her breath was short and fast; her eyes were only able to register flashes of movement as she sprinted through the gloomy night. Her vision was blurring; the world was becoming a chaotic swirl of colors and sounds. She could hear the sounds of the monster behind her, and she knew that it was closing on her.
Suddenly, out of the shadows, something smothered her like a blanket of fear. Mary screamed, and the next thing she knew, she was off the ground and carried away in the monster’s tentacles. She kicked and screamed, her hands gripping her pistol and knife ever tighter. The tentacle wrapped around her wrist and pulled her arm back, and she brought up the pistol and fired. The weapon went off in the air, and the tentacle around her wrist loosened. She dropped the weapon, and it clattered to the ground. Her knife was still in her hand, and she brought it up and stabbed at the tentacle. The blade hit home, but the tentacle didn’t loosen its grip. She stabbed again and again, and the tentacle released her. She fell to the ground, panting, the adrenaline finally wearing off, and the air in her lungs burned with each breath. Mary stumbled trying to stand.