[b] Jacob-Baton Rouge, The Watcher [/b] 

Jacob ran across the field only to get stuck in a patch of thick mud it sinking him all the way in and when he tried to pull his foot out it took his shoe. Then he heard it a soft groaning and the rustle of the grass, Jacob knew what it was and he only fought harder to get his feet free from the mud but it closed in and revealed it's self. It looked ghastly days or weeks of crawling in the mud painted it's skin like war paint but the wounds and open gashes smelt of pus and rot. It took everything it Jacob's power not to gag or vomit he raised his pistol and fired a shot. [i]Bang[/i] the round impacted the things shoulder, what might of stopped a normal human didn't even slow this thing, he fired another shot from his pistol and this one hit home the thing went face down in the mud it's suffering over.

Jacob was no fool he knew someone was going to hear his shots, so he pulled himself out of the mud struggling harder to get free when he was finally free he snatched his shoes out of the mud and sprinted in his socks through the field flattening stocks of grass as he went. If one had an eye in the sky they could see the path he carved through the field, when he made it to the other side he took the time to sit down and put on his shoes and rest a bit panting and exhausted he hoped nobody had heard the shots or followed him.