Bloody Breakfast

It sunk its teeth into her skin, tore the flesh right off. Her shriek shook the leaves on the trees. Blood drained from her body. Ears ringing. Shallow breathing. Lack of oxygen. Everything faded to black. Her body fell to the ground.
"Annie!" he rushed from the tent, tried to stop the blood.
Gasping, "It got me, Charlie!"
"What got you?"
"It happened so quickly."
Charlie spotted the attacker lying on the ground by the picnic table. Its sharp teeth glistened with her blood.
"What happened? Am I dying?"
"No. You were making breakfast. You cut yourself and passed out."