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massive, two-thumb, three-finger paws groped at the missing part of its head like it was belatedly swatting at a mosquito. The second shot caught him in the ugly hairless expanse of the chest, and the third assaulted the lower part of his face. Each bullet destroyed something, yet no single shot seemed to do the job. It lurched forward again, outraged, slamming its angry bulk up against the shattered windshield. One of the ponderous fists crushed the glass, penetrating it, blindly groping in the darkness of the cab, inches from my face. |
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The fourth shot blasted another hole through the glass. It caught the monster in the left temple and created a hole the size of a golf ball. Again the head seemed to erupt, and another geyser of the black fluids began to gush down the side of the twisted face. This time the beast cried out, a terrifying sound that somehow reached back into the nothingness before time itself. |
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I twisted the ignition key and the engine sputtered back to life. Then I slammed the gear shift lever straight down, and the truck leaped forward. The beast catapulted forward, up and onto the roof. The sheet of steel separating us buckled under the impact, and I heard it roll into the bed of the pickup and out, the unreal sound of its bulk tumbling out onto the pavement behind me. |
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Almost instantly the temperature gauge |
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