Essay On Group 252

As I ran, I felt my foot come down on top of a moss filled rock, and I knew I was in trouble. The slick moss ripped away from the slab of granite and it sent me flying. I knew the fall would be inevitable, and took the it as best I could and prayed for some luck. Branches ripped apart my face, snapping from the contact. Blood flicked up into my eyes. My shoulder made contact with the trunk of a tree as the rest of my body dug into the mud. My legs flipped up over me, crashing into piece of granite bulging out of the ground, pain traveled its way up my leg.

With his pleas falling on deaf ears the monster pulled the man to his feet with one hand, still vice gripped around his neck. With complete inhuman strength the creature proceeded to crush the man's neck, bones giving way under the monstrous strength.

He tied his boat off and started to climb the cliffs. He knew that no one had lived to tell what was behind the cloud, but still he climbed. His motivation was to prove everyone wrong and come back alive to tell what was behind the cloud. The chances of living are very slim. There is many dangerous things that can happen,but still he climbed the cliffs with his bare hands. He was almost there and all of the sudden a branch cracked. The sound of it made him look around to everything that was close. A tree branch was under him, but he didn’t notice at all. The top of the cliff was so close and finally he reached the top. The sound of paws hitting the ground caught his full attention. He stood up fully on top of the cliff and he watched in horror as one

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The beast limped towards me, its eyes glowing red like the color of my blood, adrenaline pumps quickly throughout my body, it charges, hooves clacking along the cold dirt floor, its shaggy fur dripping with warm crimson blood. My breath is fast as I leap towards it, dagger raised. It punctures the soft skin, tearing the flesh of its bony chest. I follow the pattern; leap, stab, tear, duck, roll, aim for thigh and roll again. It howls in rage and leaps at me, its claws outstretched, I hold out my blade as it crashes into it, the knife reaching its' now motionless heart. Another comes at me, wanting to seek revenge for its fallen brother. It roars, spikes flaring in and out of

They traveled for over seven months struggling through deaths, dangers, and hardships that had them hanging on their last few strings of life. They faced things such as animals suffering from exhaustion and having to eat pretty much everything that they could find. This lasted until they reached Pierre Hole, their resting point. At prairie hole they were helped by believe it or not the “indians”. Pierre Hole was described as a “fine grassy plane among the mountains” and was where everyone nursed themselves back to health in a way. Here there was an abundance of meat that they feasted on and recouped. They got clean water and had a very social time with the “indians” learning about each other's stories and creating

The man thought that something was knelling and hunched over on the side of the rode. When the car slowed down, the driver took a closer look at the figure on the passenger side of the car. The driver was no more than six feet away from the beast of bray. The sighting lasted for about 45 seconds and then stated to clearly saw a beast with grayish, brown hair, fangs and pointed ears. His face was long and snouty, like a wolf. The man saw how big and powerful the chest was on the beast. The arms of the beast was strange. The arms were jointed like a man would be and there was something in his palms, completely like any animal that he had ever heard of. The arms were muscular, and the creature seemed to have human-like fingers with claws on the ends. The driver did not notice any sort of tail but did say that its back legs were behind it, like a person would be if kneeling.

I was shocked when I read out of the 100+ people one one wagon only 12 people survived the 10 day journey!!!!! I can’t even imagine the total number of deaths in all the wagons.

In his second encounter with a human, the monster enters a home of a shepherd, who with one look at him, runs away in fear and disgust. The monster then enters a

One day he finds the courage to reveal himself to the blind old man, but in mid-conversation, the son returns home and “struck him violently with a stick” (115). The monster runs out of the home filled with pain and anguish.

The poor man lurches towards the nest, a blood trail left by the cut in his foot wanders behind the fellow. His stomach stirs up in a fit, he hasnt eaten in a few days. Footsteps echo throughout the corridor, drowsey the man confuses his own footsteps for those of the creature that defends this cavern. A cold air grazes his neck as he waits to see if the his ears have mistaken something else for the creatures footstep, all is silent only his breath pierces the air. A pidder padder rears it head, the sound of clomping crashes into the man 's eardrums as he begins to shake in fear. Chilled to his core he anticipates the worst, but yet in a surprising relief the

He decided it was time for the final stand, so whoever was reading his eulogy could state how “brave” he was for trying to defeat this thing standing in his kitchen. As the beast leaped towards him, he summoned all his strength to punch the monster in its bright green eye. It squealed like a cross between a pig and some kind of primate and swung its head backwards, its eye shut and beginning to swell. Sheer relief began to replace the feeling of nausea and nervousness in his body. He looked through the kitchen drawer once again. This time, he made sure to grab a steak knife and as the monster regained its balance, he brought it forward so it stabbed clean through its head. The monster gurgled in pain and let out another squeal before wobbling unsteadily like a car hit it, and finally keeling over, a blank stare in its

It was a harsh travel. We had to fix everything by ourselves wand with the stuff we had. There were no mechanics to come and help us fix our wagon. When someone got sick we had to leave them there or they could still go on the move till they got sick enough and fell over and died. There were no doctors! We traveled ten to fifteen

When the incident happen with the De Lacey family the monster says “ I could have torn him limb from limb, as the lion rends the antelope, but my heart sank within me as with bitter sickness, and I refrained, I saw him on the point of repeating his blow, when overcome by pain anguish, I quitted the cottage, and in the general tumult unperceived to my

Francisco’s group marched directly North, following a curving path along the Gulf of California. Since moving such a large group was difficult, movement was slow for the eager adventurers. This was a major hindrance as the winds from the mountains would make the entire climate very cold in the winter. The mountainous regions would make travel a great burden, steep hills and rocky paths coated their way as the group moved furthur upwards into the lower parts of what is now Arizona and New Mexico. It took the group about 4 months and a total of around 1,100 miles to reach the Southwest border of New Mexico.