Writer's Block

The snarling's getting louder - sounds like it's coming back here. Quickly, i hide myself behind a row of boxes and keep still.
There's a scrabbling at the side of the truck, then a heavy thud as something lands inside. Silence reigns for a moment, then there's a bellow of rage. Next thing i know, the bearded man's head goes flying over my head and hits the wall with a sickening crunch. As my eyes inadvertently track its landing, i hear a growl. I wrench my eyes to the left, and see a blood-covered version of myself looking down on me. I barely have time to catch my breath before it attacks. A fist comes flying at me, and i instinctively raise my arm.
There's an almighty clang, and next thing i know i'm covering my ears with my hands. A few feet away, i see my assailant trying to do the same while nursing a badly-broken hand. I look at the dented plate on my left arm, then back. Its eyes stare at me, filled with hate and pain. Something stirs within me, and i leap towards my protagonist. My spiked tail lashes out, crushing its face beyond recognition, then the mist descends on me again and i remember no more...

I come to on a small hill. A few hundred yards away i can see the plane and truck, with a few faint figures moving around. A short distance away, a new truck lies idle. Suddenly there's a bang, and the first truck explodes in a giant ball of flame. The light illuminates the area briefly, silhouetting me against the hill. I hear a yell, and spot a group of men only fifty feet away pointing at me. One of them yammers into a mouthpiece, while the others drop down and point their guns at me. Reflex takes over, and a moment too late their bullets spatter where i stood.
I find myself running down the other side of the hill at a terrifying rate, and a minute later bounding out into the countryside, as far from the men as i can get.
It feels like i run for hours, all the while the sun slowly moving overhead. As it finally begins to set, i look for somewhere to rest. Curling up in a rather small cave behind a large bush, i settle uneasily to sleep, alert for the smallest noise of pursuit.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring...