Shoot to thrill, play to kill! The music was echoing out of the bar, but I wasn't here for drinks, music or anything like that. I was on a mission, an elchubrecobra in the area had already killed five people, and the local cops were clueless. I flashed my fake FBI badge at the bouncer and he let me in. I was wearing my civvies to be as inconspicuous as possible, but really they were just my normal clothes cause I wasn't actually a cop. I found the door behind the stage; with a curtain blanketing my movements, I opened the door that lead into a dark tunnel.
The smell of rotting flesh and mildew instantly assaulted my senses. The tunnel would hopefully lead me to the culprit of the attacks. I had my Beretta pointed forward and a Katerina slung across my back along with various other knives concealed on my body. After a long journey with a constant stream of condensation dripping on my head, lead only by the light of a lamp I had placed on my head (knowing I would likely need both hands,) I finally made my way to the end of the tunnel and was confronted by a old, thick wooden door .
I gave it a push— it was locked. To unlock the door I would have to set down my gun and use both hands to pick the lock. Knowing I didn't have a choice, I bent down and placed the firearm on the ground. I quickly began picking the lock when a low deep rumble came from behind.
I quickly dropped the picks, grabbed my gun and turned around, only to come face to face with the pouncing creature. I firered a direct shot into its heart and it fell. The monster was just over 6 feet with brown skin that looked like a cross between leather and the skin of a lizard. It must have entered the tunnel after me, but how? People would notice it, entering and exiting the bar. Just as I had this thought, it began to shrink down and transform into a completely average, unremarkable man. The large muscular form shrunk down to a man around five foot six with sandy blond hair. The hunt was over and the the town was once again safe.