MAMMOTH
By Randy
Romero (Randy Benivegna)
First,
it wiped out the power grid.
Then, it
wiped out the entire town.
It
didn’t take a mathematician to solve the equation. It was basic subtraction. Geoff
Banks was the only one left, and he was next.
The
streets weren’t safe. Geoff’s car had been in the shop with a bad catalytic
converter when this thing had descended upon the town of Ravensville. He
didn’t have a vehicle to flee in. He couldn’t make a run for it. He’d only make
it a few short blocks before it found him.
Geoff
retrieved his shotgun and a box of shells from the garage. He loaded it and
pumped the mechanism. Then he locked all the doors and shuttered the windows.
He took it a step further by boarding up the windows from the inside and
barricading all the entries. Then he chained the cellar doors from the inside.
When he
was finished, he sat in the living room under the glow of the kerosene lamps,
shotgun nestled in his lap.
Thump.
Thump. Thump.
Geoff
glanced up at the ceiling. The chandelier tinkled as it swayed back and forth.
Thump.
Thump. Thump.
Outside,
gargantuan footsteps reduced the asphalt to rubble. He could hear them down the
block. Thump. Thump. Thump. The foundation shook and the chandelier
danced above his head. It was coming.
Geoff
had secured his house, taken every precaution. But that didn’t stop it from
getting in. It came in right through the roof, ripping a massive hole in the
center of his house.
Fear
overtook him. He held the shotgun but his trembling fingers couldn’t find the
trigger. He stared up in horror at the mammoth beast that towered over him. Grotesque,
enormous, and starved for flesh.
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