“Dinner was great. When should we—“

He stops mid-sentence. Mouth agape.

the sound of ripping tears through the silence in the room. A scream. Not bloodcurdling, but a low, daunting one, as if someone is struggling to breath.

I look to my left. A mother, covered in…greenish blood?

I look to the right, (human?) men in armor, shooting at the ceiling. But there’s nothing there.

Before I look again, I catch a flash of something sprinting in my periphery. Just as I turn, I see my date, exiting through the back door. Just great. Looks like I have to deal with this on my own.