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Chapter: Chapter 1
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>> That walkie isn’t going us much good… Try walking back to the door for a better signal
W: *SNAP* *CLICK* TSSSSSSSSS* *CLICK*
C: “….son of a bitch.”
The walkie-talkie is still sputtering static when you turn around and start toward the door.
You stop, immediately, however, as you see what’s there in the doorway.
Its that thing, its grotesque nose up, tongue seeming to taste the air.
Hide, duck behind the fridge door and buy yourself some time