Writer's Wednesday 31: His Fist Flew Into

On my blog, I do an 'event' called Writer Wednesdays. I post a prompt and others(including me) write something based on that prompt.

His fist flew into the darkness in front of him.  He could have sworn he had heard a sound �" one of them �" creeping just beyond his line of vision.  His fist came in contact with nothing, however, which he found both relieving and nerve-racking.  He may not have encountered one now �" but he had certainly heard one, which meant its current location was unknown to him.

He rested his hand on the flashlight in his utility belt; useless, since the batteries were dead, but it brought him comfort all the same.  He took one step forward.  Stopped and listened.  Silence.  He took yet another step.  A creak, far to his left.  He spun to face that direction, willing his eyes to adjust, but they refused, only blank thick blackness spanning out before him.

“Maggot!”  A guttural voice suddenly cried out and thudding footsteps thundered toward him.  He bolted in the opposite direction into the abyss, hoping not to crash into a wall or locked door.