Mr Jenkins Descriptive Writing

The bright sun reared its ugly head and my forehead immediately began to perspire. My hand gripped Katie’s and we ran. I tried to focus on my mother. Honestly I did, but it was Katie’s scream which got me. I turned my head slowly as we ran past. I saw a glimpse of what would be our new life. It was Mr. Jenkins, or what looked like Mr. Jenkins. He was splayed out on top of his wife. His eyes slowly turned in my direction. They were completely grey. Heavily dilated pupils, cold, barren and uninhabited. Veins of red stream lined from his irises to the rim of his eyeballs. His nose flared as he caught a whiff of our scent. His head snapped towards us his instincts alerting him of nearby food. Trailing from his mouth were his poor wife’s entrails. …show more content…
Twisted, knotted meat, coiled in spirals alongside the carcass. They were like masses of raw ground chicken. I began to feel sick. A low growl echoed from his colorless lips. He began to stand. His leg was snapped at the knee and he slowly ambled towards us. Her ribs had been thrown to the side and her hair lay in a disheveled mess beside her ankle. Her head had been ripped to shreds, like pieces of paper. All which was left was the bottom of a pointed chin. I gagged, spitting up. Remembering how much of a nice lady she was. I turned away as I remembered she was six months pregnant. The baby was nowhere to be seen. Then I saw it. There pultruding from Mr. Jenkins swollen and distorted belly, was the silhouette of a small fetus. How could he? All those times her came over for dinner and gave us presents for Christmas. He even showed up at my father’s funeral, conducting the entire ceremony. How could he commit such a murderous crime? My Momma beckoned us not to stop, she held Katie’s hand and Katie held mine. The echoes of terror filled the air. Dead bodies lay strewn all over the streets. People ran to and fro. The sound of my foot steps and the pounding of my heart synchronized, until they became