Chapter 2 Part 2

Creeeeeeeaaaaaaak.

Crunch.

My eyes flew open. It was early morning, as I felt semi-rested. I looked around in the darkness, letting my eyes adjust to the gloom. Sean was fast asleep on his pile, and the door to the rest of the area was still shut. Plus, Des knew his way around here.

There! The door to the outside was open. A shape stood in the doorway looking at its feet. It was hunched over and seemed to be dressed in rags.

Wonderful. A feral. I frowned, and pulled out the gun that I had stolen from the hideout so long ago. Back when Clari was just drunk from Clubo Arcano. Sean and I had brought what little ammo the hideout had left after it was ransacked. Enough for about five full clips of ammo. Not including the full clip I have in the gun from before. I took aim at the ceiling and fired a warning shot. Sean grunted in his sleep.

The feral jumped back a pace and stared inside. Its yellow-glazed eye’s looked at me with curiosity. Not fear, but curiosity. I fired again.

It jumped forward this time, running headlong into some of the junk in the garage. Sean started and pulled out his own pistol. He stood, bleary eyed and took a stance next to me.

“Wh-wh-what is it?” he yawned.

“A feral that’s not afraid of us. It’s not growling either,” I told him my simple observations. While doing this the feral stood up and stepped over the pile of debris. I froze in shock. It calmly, logically thought out a solution to its problem and was actually attempting to move as quietly as possible to get to us. I kept the gun trained at its chest as it came closer and closer.

When it was ten feet away, I shouted, “Stop or I’ll put a bullet in your chest! That will kill you!’ Sean angled his pistol to the creature’s chest as well.

It stopped and turned its head as if it were confused on why we would want to harm it. Then it spread its mouth wide and revealed shiny green teeth. They glowed in the dark, giving us a florescent view of the beast’s face. It was an ordinary face, but with stiches near where the shadow’s ended, about where his eyes were.

“I come in peace, Alfred and Sean,” a deep bass spoke in perfect Common. I fainted on the spot.