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“Dad?” The creature ignored him. Now it bit into his father’s back, tearing a hunk of bloody meat out of his right side. “Dad?’ It stared at him while it chewed, mocking and taunting. Trevor, trembling, aimed his rifle. The monster dropped the gore in its mouth and growled. He slid his left foot back a couple inches, turning as he did. It lowered its head, its shoulders hunched, its growl deeper. He fired, but didn’t wait to see where or even if he hit it. The instant the explosion went off beside his ear, Trevor bolted back toward the house. He ran harder and faster than ever before, trees mere blurs whipping past. At some point, he started crying. The tears blurred his vision, but it didn’t matter. It seemed only seconds before the trees vanished altogether and he stumbled into the open field, not far from the mutilated cow and the trail of blood. Still, he didn’t stop. He pushed himself on toward the house, ignoring the ATV. He threw himself into the house and slammed the backdoor behind him. Locking it, he dropped into a kitchen chair, the strap on his rifle the only thing keeping it from falling out of his cold and quivering hands. He gasped for breath, his chest on fire. His lungs couldn’t decide to sob or draw breath and tried to do both. He slipped to the floor on his knees, clutching his chest, tears pouring hot and fast down his face. “Daaaad!” he cried, his voice breaking, his throat raw. The pitiful sound echoed through the empty house. Trevor clutched

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