Thunderboy looked at me in the darkness. The distant campfire lit up his face most mysteriously. " There is only one people on this earth." I did not quite know what he meant by that, for I had met many different types of people on my journey, of all sorts of shapes and colors. As we spoke, terror grew at the other end of the path. The men gathered around the distant campfire were screaming and the flames of the fire dashed about most violently. I looked that way, and readied my gun.
Then, rising slowly in the light of the fire, we saw it! It was the beast we were after! It was unlike anything we had ever seen. It was the form of a wolf and a man combined— knitted together like a patchwork quilt! It was tearing the workers limb from limb! Such a sight should not be recounted by a refined lady, such as myself.
We unloaded our silver bullets in its direction, but, once again, there was no reaction, save that the beast saw us and began to approach.
One can see how this creature was the cause of so many deaths! While slightly diminished by the horror of its surroundings, the Beast was fully the size of a phaeton, with a wide muscular chest. The head and jaw were massive, adorned with relics and trinkets, and it displayed, with that mouth gaping open, a feral collection of extremely large and pointed teeth. It was rushing towards us!
When I stood before the oncoming monster, knowing that not even a silver bullet could stand as protection between myself and certain death, I could not restrain the violent quiver that surged through me. I was content merely to stand before it and soak in the majesty of its ferocity, but Mr. Longville immediately grabbed my arm, and I found his presence an odd relief. At least I should not die alone, in a strange land. At least, I had … a friend.
I opened my mouth to tell him so; it seemed as though I needed to speak to him, but at that very moment he began to shake me. It was a very unfriendly action.