What he held stunned him. It looked like a baby, but grotesque: one eye in the center of its face, three horns sprouting from its head, tiny arms ending in claws. It writhed in his grip, trying to scratch him.
"What are you?" Alex asked coldly. "Or should I say… what thing are you?"
The creature only growled.
"Can't talk? Then die," Alex said flatly. His grip tightened around its neck until it stopped moving. With a flick, he tossed the lifeless body aside.
But then—more cries rose, louder, surrounding him. Dozens of similar creatures emerged from the shadows, glaring with glowing eyes.
Alex exhaled, his lips curling slightly. "What the fuck…" He swayed slightly, the alcohol fogging his mind. "You all better not ruin my night."
In a blur, he charged at them. Moments later, silence fell again as bodies dropped one after another. Alex, weary and breathing heavily, trudged back toward camp.
He didn't notice the eyes watching him from the shadows. Jack.
