You had been caught in a snare. The man who had set this trap up noticed his chickens going missing in the night. So he took it to the next level by placing traps around the coop.

Your clawed hands dug at the ground. Trying to break free. The noise of the porch door slamming open made your ears perk up. The man was coming.

“Sounds like a biggin!” You heard him shout. He quickly ran past thick bush and saw the sight of you, caught by the leg. “Holy shit…a mutant.” He held onto a rifle.