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But my words come too late. The creature spits acid on his face.
A gargoyle!
Dave screams in agony, and I go for the shotgun in the laundry room. All I hear is the sounds of Dave wailing, followed by a loud crunch.
I take the shotgun and load my pockets with shells.
Thank God Master left two days ago. To where? I don’t know. The plan was that he’d find somewhere safe to hide and eventually make his way back to Monsterland.
I charge to the entryway and find the gargoyle hunched over Dave, eating his head while Dave’s legs twitch.
Gross. Gross. Gross!I walk right up and shoot the damned thing. It flies back, blood and meat going everywhere. Part of me really wishes I were still a vampire. I could fight them more easily.
I head down the front walkway and grab a can of gasoline from the side of the garage and head off to the tree.
I’m going to light that baby up. At least it’ll give me more time to prepare. I think that’s what Grandma Rain meant when she once told me if the wall ever falls, light the house on fire. It would buy people some time to hide.
Things have changed, and there are no doorways in my house, but this tree is definitely burning tonight. I just hope monsters can’t swim and don’t try coming through the river.
I’m halfway there when I halt in my tracks. A shadow blanketing the ground is coming straight for me, and it’s moving fast.
Shit. Trolls?I unscrew the gas can and start soaking the dirt. I slowly back away, leaving a trail of fuel.
I wait until the shadow is almost on top of the gas and light it up.
Tiny shrieks and screams fill the air. I know I didn’t get them all, but at least I got a few.
I turn and start running back toward the house, my arms pumping, my feet traveling as fast as they can go.
Don’t look back. Just go! Go!I hop over the dead gargoyle and Dave and slam the front door shut.
I fly to the pantry and break out the box of tacky paper and start unpeeling. I lay them out near the windows and doors and near the vents on the floor. I grab my shells and go into the bathroom.
Maybe the trolls will be happy with the fresh food I’ve left on the porch, and then they’ll move on.Or I’ve just really pissed them off and they’re coming for me.
I slide down into the bathtub, shotgun in hand. From the tiny window over the toilet, I hear shrieks and howls. Fliers and Devil People. I know the Skins can’t be far behind.
They’ll head straight for town and treat it like their personal all-you-can-eat people buffet.
I grab my cell from my pocket and call 911. Maybe I can warn them.
The line is busy, so I try again. Then again. Still busy. Whatever’s happening out there, I’m too late.
I wait for hours in the tub, white-knuckling my shotgun. I don’t know if I’m more afraid of the creatures already on my property or the ones that’ll come in the night. When the Blood People get here, we’ll be completely fucked. Why? Because while Monsterland is filled with hungry creatures, most aren’t very smart.
The Blood People are smart.
And they sound just like us—“Nothing to fear. I’m here to help. Come out and we’ll get you to safety,”they’ll say, knowing how to hunt, corner, and catch us. We’ll be completely caught off guard.
I’ve been trying to save my cell battery, but every few hours, I attempt to reach Grandma Rain. I get her voicemail every time and tell her to stay on the ship. Stay indoors, too. I assure her I have a plan and not to panic.
I end the call and open my browser. New York, LA, Stockholm, London, Buenos Aires. They’ve all been invaded. People are being told to stay home and barricade their doors—the governments are coming up with a plan.
My eyes scan the newest article from the morons at MSNBN. “The UN is attempting to negotiate? Are they stupid?”
The article says some of the creatures are intelligent and can be reasoned with.
“No! You can’t reason with them. They…” My voice fades off. I’m sitting in the bathroom, talking to myself.
