Labels:text | screenshot | font | yellow | number OCR: 21 his chest, clutching his innards like a giant fist. The pressure was immense, making it impossible for him to take another breath. Reflexively gagging on the blood that was trickling down the inside of his throat he sagged in position, loosing the will to struggle. His life was ending and he could do nothing to save himself. Strangely, the overwhelming terror that he'd felt was now fading, because he knew that death would soon place him out of the creature's reach. Safe from whatever torture it intended to meet out. Consciousness fading fast, he hoped that Alec had had the good sense to take advantage and make a break for it. If not, he would surely be the thing's next victim. The dull thud of rotor-blades echoed through the darkness, alerting Alec Powell to the fact that a helicopter w ...
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