Embers of the Seventh Day

My face was pressed against rotten leaves, and muddy water filled my nose. Don't dare to breathe. His heart was raging under his ribs, making his throat taste fishy. Because ten meters away, the thing was scraping the bark of the tree with its claws - once, twice, as slowly as it was counting my heartbeat. The watch screen is cracked and the red light flashes weakly: 06:59:47. Chen Pan's voice leaked out of the headset, carrying electric noise: "... Lin Jin, it's heading towards you."