Oba liked to watch a place burn, liked to hear the animals scream.
The animal screamed once, a high-pitched shriek of pain that was cut off as its neck snapped.
At sight of the party the animal raised its trunk and screamed.
The animals screamed in terror; the deck itself seemed to strain beneath them, as though it were being pulled apart.
The animals screamed and thrashed as they died.
The animal screamed, and she called out its name: Carcajoooouuu!
The animal screamed, a nearly human sound, its stumpy arms and badly formed hands tearing at the wound.
She heard the animals scream of terror as she turned and flattened against cold concrete.
The animals were screaming behind her as she walked over and held her hand to the warmth and light.
The animal screamed and kicked its legs, blood gushing from four separate bullet holes.
