Writer's Block

The owner of the teeth enters the cave a moment later, and i...recognize them. It's one of the vagrants they...we...experimented on, one of the few that survived the earliest tests - now turned got something monstrous. More memories explode into my mind, and reluctantly i push them back...for now. Better to deal with the threat first - he looks mad, in every sense of the word. I strain for one particular memory, and find it.
"Pete!"
He stops his slow advance, and looks at me quizzically. The huge mis-shapen jaw opens a little, and something struggles out.
"Pe-te? I-i-i'm Pete. Who you?"
As his only memory of me would have been when i helped strap him to the operating table, it's perhaps best not to answer truthfully.
"The name's Bobby - but you won't remember me. I saw them take you, before you were like this. They got me too, later."
He's still looking at me suspiciously. Suddenly he gives a loud sniff, and glares at me.
"You smell of THEM."
Them? That's not a good thing to smell of when trapped in a cave with a madman.
"Them? Er..."
"All guns and smoke and blood and rage...another one sent to find me. Another one sent to die."
This really isn't going right, and...is he salivating? Time to get out of here, somehow.
I back into the cave a little way, and pick up a large bone. He laughs and leaps towards me, arms outstretched. Taking advantage of my small size, i dive under his legs and jab upwards with the bone. He howls, and i run hurriedly out of the cave as he collapses. Not for long...i hear his feet pounding behind me, gaining ground by the second. I look back and he's only a dozen feet away. There's a cliff nearby...maybe i can trick him...if i can reach it. Just a little further...
And there it is. I run full pelt towards the edge, him close behind, then suddenly slam on the brakes and duck down. He falls over me, and the momentum carries him over the edge screaming.
Sadly the impact takes me over too. It's a long way down...far too much time to think.