I jumped out of the way as the tongue swung over my head.
The monster smashed the rest of the glass and stepped in.
One guy screamed. The monster's tongue slammed into the guy's forehead.
The guy hung there…
Then it looked like he was getting…Juiced.
He dropped to the ground…as a mummified husk.
The monster's tongue shot toward me.
I dodged and swung with the blunt end of my blade. The gangster tackled the monster just as someone pressed the button and the shutter started to lower. The gangster dude ran and dove under the shutter just as it closed. The monster got up and grabbed the shutter like he wanted to rip it off its hinges. After a while of just waiting there, I started noticing people preparing supplies.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"We're going up the floors one by one to find any survivors."
I grabbed a stone out of my pocket. A whetstone. I sharpened my katana and smirked.
"I'm ready."
We ran for the elevator.
I stopped.
"There's probably no power…"
I looked toward the stairs.
THUMP!
My eyes widened. Something was going on. I could hear a really creepy voice. It was very faint.
"Pro…tien…"
"Umm"
There was something going on. A struggle. I was sure of it.
Something was wrong…
I could feel it.
I slowly walked over to the doorway. It was much clearer now.
"Pro….tien….."
"Uhhhh…."
I felt unprepared, both physically and emotionally.
I altered the others and we listened carefully…
Nothing…
Hmmm….
I decided to just ignore it.
Everyone agreed that we didn't need to pick useless fights…and get killed.