In the last chapter, we had our 3rd killing. Also, we saw the FBI agent, Agent Connor Brooks. Finally, he pulled a large claw out of the victim's back. This isn't a normal homicide anymore.
The StoryThere was a knocked over sign in the road, that I was going to put back up, so I stopped my car and put the hazards on so no one would hit my car if they were driving. When I saw the beast, it was eating a dead deer, the gushing blood and the moving internal organs made clear this was no hoax, so I started to step back slowly so I can get back in my car. At first, I thought it was a bear. But before I could get more than a few paces away, my foot slid on something gooy and slimy. I fell to the ground, making a loud thump. The beast turned tword me. "Oh my God!" the words escaped my mouth as I stared into the large smelly dog-like beast. It growled its low grumble, and took a menacing step twords me. I started to step back tword my silver Hyundai Genesis Sedan. I turned, and ran.
I got in my car and slammed the door closed. I saw the beast run to the side of my car. It put its head down, and rammed the side of my car. The glass was shattering, and the tires were screeching. The side-curtain airbags deployed and protected me from flailing out of my car. The car screeched as it pushed my car onto the dirt shoulder. It stopped and backed up, and I put my petal on the gas and accelerated out of there. It started to chase me, so I pressed harder on the pedal. The hearty V8 pulled me out of there.
While I was driving past 120mph, I pulled out my Droid Razor and called my coworker, Agent Brian Port.
"Brian, you remember the killing from yesterday?"
"Yeah, why?"
"The murderer is a bear-type beast. I don't even know what to call it."
"Wait, so that nail-like claw we saw-"
"Yeah, it wasn't man-made, it was from a beast."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, I'm driving past… 140 now with the side of my car thrashed."
"Okay, go to the office. I'll be there in 10."
"I'll be there in 2."
I hung up. I saw the exit sign, and swerved into the exit lane, barely missing the median. I turned right, and drove for 30 seconds. There I was, at my office, after having $5,000 worth of damage on my car.
I was with Maria, the head of our technical crew, zooming with the sattelite to my recent encounter when Brian crashed through the doors. He was breathing heavily.
"There are bloody drag marks from Sam's open door!"
We grabbed our guns, and exited the building. There it was, Sam by its side making a puddle of blood, staring me straight in my eyes.