“Oh, shit,” Charlie muttered.

“Oh, shit,” Alison mimicked.

“Fuck this,” Penelope threw her hands up. The trio started stepping backwards cautiously, unable to tear their eyes away from the scene in front of them. Blood splattered and carcasses lay strewn across the floor, one disfigured being standing over it all, gobbling down its next meal. Glass crunched underfoot and the group stopped, eyes widening in alarm. The object of the groups attention’s gaze snapped up, baring its teeth in acknowledgment. The group collectively sucked in a breath, patting and pushing each other blindly in panic.

“Run,” Charlie commanded. He need not say more as they all turned swiftly and took off in a mad dash for safety.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Penelope stuttered out. A deafening roar echoed behind them, glass crunching again as it began it’s pursuit.

“What the actual fuck is that?!” Alison screeched.

“It’s gonna kill us!!” Penelope cried. The trio burst out of the deserted warehouse, joints and edibles long forgotten as their night had taken a turn none of them could have imagined. The creature roared again, desprate for a new meal. It’s long limbs made it easy for extended strides to gain on the group. With a last thundering step, the runners tumbled in the aftermath. Charlie gasped for breath, Penelope screamed, and Alison attemped to crawl away om her forearms, tears streaming down her face. The creature loomed over the trio, opening it’s mouth wide to devour the fresh meat.