It crawled

It crawled through the muck beneath the grey stone bridge, under a grey sky as the last bit of sunlight seeped away, always careful not to let it touch its pale flesh. It's victim was just ahead walking down the cobblestone path that quickly turned to dirt as it left the village. The fat bipedal creature staggered a bit but plodded on oblivious to the death that stalked it. To you he would be a man, something who's passing should be morned. To him"it" was not a man, not a father, not a respected member of society, it was merely food and it would be consumed clothing, bones and all. As the food staggered one final time he, with lightning speed, was swept from the path into the now dark woods. The food let out a scream as sharp thick nails dug into flesh and as quickly as it came the scream was squelched as it bit deeply into the mans throat. The man managed only a gurgled whimper as it drank from the abundant blood welling up from the horrible wound. It consumed the warm liquid until that which pumped it ceased and there was naught left but meat. It opened it's jagged maw and, as if it were some machine from the nether regions of the abyss built for the sole purpose of consuming flesh, consumed the man. It then lapped at the pool of bloody bile until even that was gone.

Hours passed as it crept through the night. Another village lay in the valley below. Small wispy tendrils of smoke stream from the tips of chimneys illuminated by the nearly full moon. On the path just ahead another biped stumbles unavoidably towards doom.