Somewhere in a warehouse there’s a monster. It be being hunted by men with laser-sighted shotguns 'n pistols. They have movement sensors 'n flashlights, 'n the monster be doing all it can t' keep away from them. Plot twist: It’s me! I have a knife 'n some bombs. I can see through the boxes, I can cling t' walls 'n ceilings, 'n I’m invisible. In fact, it’s the team below me that be terrified. They’re shooting at things that aren’t there, pumping rounds into shadows, 'n one a them just died from friendly fire. At this rate, I could wait out the panic 'n let them kill off one other. (more…)
