Writer's Block

I strain to open my eyes, and find a angry-looking young woman glaring down on me. Unfortunately i'm still too drained to do more than utter a faint moan, which isn't well-received.
"Look around you! I saw the flash from two miles away, and now here's you sitting pretty at the centre of a huge, dead patch on my family's land! Nothing to say? Well, either you can't speak or won't speak. Doesn't matter which it is - my dad's going to want to see you."
She gestures to someone out of sight, and next thing i know my arms are roughly seized and i'm thrown face down onto the back of a wagon. My arms and legs are chained a moment later, and my tail awkwardly tethered to my back. Something sits on my backside, pressing me further into the wooden surface. I hear the woman's voice call out "Move!", and off we go...somewhere.

Hours pass, long and painful ones with my face bearing the brunt of every bump we encounter. Then finally i hear voices, and soon i can tell we're moving through a crowd of people.

"What is that thing?"
"Is that the Beast?"
"Look at that tail!"
"'tis sent from the Devil himself for sure."
"Kill it!"

Something splatters against my shoulder, and a brief barrage ensues. Then the cart begins to rock slightly.

"Get back, scum! Back to your sewers!"

The weight on my back lifts a bit and i hear gunfire. Never heard it before except in old movies - wish it wasn't so close. I think briefly of escape, but it doesn't seem wise right now.
The people flee in panic quickly, and i hear the woman giving orders. There's suddenly a voice close to my head - a man's.

"I saw you tense up back there. There's no escape for you, not yet. You really don't want to find yourself away from us - the townspeople - ", he paused to spit, " - will burn you alive in an instant. With us...we'll think about it a little first."

Hard to tell if he's being friendly or not - almost toneless speech. Plus my head's still jammed against the cart. I try and mumble something through my bruises.

"Whermph?"

He kicks me hard in the ribs - something breaks, and it's not me.

He howls.

"What the hell are you made of?! Dammit, i'll sort you!"

A pistol cocks by my ear.

"Good riddance!"

A shot is fired, and suddenly a body falls on me.

"Good riddance indeed. Damn parasite."

The woman again. I feel her plant her foot on the corpse's back.

"I'm in charge here. YOU ALL HEAR ME?!"

Nervous grunts.

"Good! On we go."

The cart lurches on into the unknown...