wildest moments

Frozen inside she hid and cried alone in the dark. She tried in vain to see clearly but her soul was in pain. He was walking in the wet path in this golden night, the filthy animal. Her pulse was high. She was feverish. 
Hearing his steps was frightening.
He was the poison itself. He was the terror. She could not move, could not breathe as the panic attacked her. She knew she would have to die tonight. But tonight was like any other night. Golden beautiful night, full of noises and stars in the sky. Insects and birds flying low. 
The scoundrel pulled the trigger. It was raining blood intensely and the hurricane of death washed away life. 
It felt like the ground was melting. Ghost soul, lost in an empty town. Fitlhy animal, dead inside. Now walking on the dead leaves miles and miles away from everything. Feeling spirits of the past all around. The rascal, he would soon drive straight ahead, smash the car in the wall and crash like a dummy. Now haunting lost souls after hours.