Mary-Beth locked the door. Keeping that thing outside. Tina’s headless body lay in front of the door, blood pooling out and soaking the welcome mat of a raccoon in a cowboy hat saying, “Howdy.”
“We… we’re going to be fine,” Jimmy said, pointing the rifle aimlessly around the room, putting Mary-Beth on edge.
Jess’s face flashed red. “The fuck do you mean, fine!? It’s going to get us!”
“What more do you want me to do? I shot it! It’s either dead or injured.”
A bang at the door.
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