The End

Wasn't quite sure what I wanted my first post to be, so here's a short story I wrote a little while ago. Feedback and criticism are welcome.

It stood upright, soil and grass falling from it, remnants of where it once rested. It stood in the middle of a large hole, a raised ring of loose dirt encircling it. Brush and flowers lay nearby, uprooted. Tree roots were now exposed. It had slept here, buried, for millennia. It was grey, a dark, silver hue. It's skin was made up of scale like pieces, irregularly shaped, giving its skin the look of dry, cracked earth. It was humanoid in shape, though much larger than a human, shorter only than the tallest trees. Built wide and powerful, it was nothing less than a giant. One arm was similar to that of a human's, four fingers and an opposable thumb, each ending with a sharpened point. The other arm ended at the elbow, a long bladed appendage growing from the joint.  It had no eyes, for it had no head, it's shoulders sloping gently upwards, forming a shallow mound where a head should have been. It needed no brain, no need for a way to communicate, for it only had one task to carry out. It turned and faced a town, not far from the forest it was standing in now. It's immense bulk began to move, each step cracking the earth. It picked up speed, the ground nearly quaking with each forceful movement. It slowed once it reached the town. The small town was quiet and empty, too early in the morning for most people to be awake. A grubby man, huddled in a dirt caked blanket, slept on a bench, his few belongings in a cart next to him. It strode forward, towards this man. The wretch began to wake, disturbed by the pounding of it's footfalls. His jaw opened to scream, but no sound came out. A bottle tumbled from his grip, shattering where it hit the ground. It towered over the man, now struggling to free himself of his coverings and run, still rendered silent by fear. It reached forward with it's hand, gripping the vagabond around the waist and hips, pinning the blanket to the man. It held him aloft, then pulled back its other arm, the end pointed towards the man's upper body. The man found his voice, emitting a grizzled and rough scream for help, cut short by the monstrosity's bladed arm. It plunged deep into the man's chest, spearing through his heart and breaking his spine in two, nearly cleaving the man in half. The man’s scream died into a gurgle as blood bubbled up and out of his mouth. Windows lit up in the town as it pulled what was left of the man off of its arm. It turned and started towards the lights. It had a lot of work to do, but it wasn't alone, countless others of its kind had risen and started their work as well. The human race had lived on earth long enough.