Garick reached for the women, calling out to her softly in order to sooth her. Before he could put his hand on her shoulder, and turn her towards him. She was already moving around to look at him.
She stirred so quick, the hood that was covering her head slid off, descending down stringy black hair. It was lengthy and greasy looking, and it led up to a patchy scalp; hair ripping out of different parts of her head.
Garick scrunched up his nose in disgust and lowered his vision to her face. He nearly jumped back with horror when he saw how boney her face was. The women’s mouth was hanging open and her eyes were fixated in slits. Garick could see that she was weak, because of this, her face wouldn’t make the proper expression; whatever it may be.
The half demon decided he was just going to back up out of there, no longer wanting to help someone who was already too lost to understand. There’s no point anyway.
He came to the door of the shack, reaching out his hand to open it. Suddenly, a feeling erupted in his spine, and it only took him a second to realize it was the same feeling from before.
Only this time, the sounds of his screaming were accompanied with soft giggles. His eyes strained to look behind him, and he saw the frail women, standing behind him, with her hand pulling at the spine in his back.
How could she reach in me back?! He screamed in his head, feeling blood pour down his back. Garick didn’t know how to fight this women, he felt like she was ripping him apart!