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The monster scoops at me like it’s dishing out Barry flavored ice cream. And I’m kicking at its claws, with no effect.
“Barry! Honey!”
It’s Margery, barely audible. Her voice over a speaker.
“Margery?” My voice squeaks.
“Where are you? What’s going on?” she asks. “The noise. That better not be what I think it is.”
“Help me!” is the last thing she probably hears as the claws hook around my belt and pull me through the shattered windshield. That and, “Fuck!”
Through red streaks, I watch the monster extend its neck and gulp down the whole head of the coyote, like a snake devouring it prey. Then it turns and looks in my direction. It’s obviously pissed, and tells me so by presenting a mouth full of teeth in a savage roar that sounds like it could be delivered by grizzly bear. If only it’s teeth were as small as a grizzly’s. Still growling, the thing wastes no time and charges at the truck.
I didn’t steal the carcass, if that’s what you think you stupid bastard?
One claw screeches across metal as the other crushes through, breaching the hood for leverage. When it jumps up onto the truck, I’m wishing my damned contract had given me bigger balls to fight the beast, as well as immortal life. Instead, I drop to the floorboard just as it sinks its teeth in the torso of the coyote.
My body shivers, anticipating the beast’s next move. Will the carcass be sufficient to fill its belly? Will it leave me alive?
The windshield shatters, and a claw finds my leg.
