Writer's Block

There's an awkward silence for a moment. Then things blur for a while. Another face appears from nowhere, looking into mine. I try and yell, but no sound comes. I see them turn to each other and confer quietly, then the first reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wicked-looking blade.
He reaches towards me with it, and suddenly there's a sharp pain somewhere out of sight below. Is it to end like this? There's a brief moment of incredible rage, then pain takes over. As i drift into unconsciousness, i hear screaming. I think it must be me.

Awake! I'm still alive? The fog clears from my eyes, and i look into horror. There's...blood everywhere i look. A few feet away, the bearded man's head stares intently at me. No sign of the body, unless you count the trail of blood leading up the wall and out. I try to ignore the large clawed bloody footprint only two feet away, with limited success.
I squirm involuntarily, and realise an instant later that i'm no longer immobilised from the waist up. I strain and burst free of my prison at last. Smashed wood flies everywhere - i'm stronger than i expected.
I climb carefully out of the truck, eyes and ears alert for the tiniest hint of anything nearby. There's almost no sound. As i stand on top of the truck, taking in my new-found liberty, only two things catch my eye. The first is a rusty-looking plane nearby, cargo hold wide open and bloody footprints leading in and out.
The second is a giant blue sun overhead...