St. Wilmer, it seemed, had lost every bit of the composure she had displayed before.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Janice tried to shush her, but it was no use. She was too panicked to listen.
Finally, he cupped his hands and kissed her. Strange thoughts flowed through his head.
Half-naked. Covered in mud. Likely to die. Almost makes a man wonder...
But at the last second, he stopped. They were not going to die. As Schaefer had recounted, "If it bleeds, you can kill it."
"We need to stop that creature. By any means necessary."
"How?"
"By hunting it our own way. I know just what to do."