Author : Steve Smith, Staff Writer
“What the hell you got there Jeb?”Â Â The man spat into the dirt and jerked a thumb towards Jeb’s pickup truck.Â Â A hairless mass of ribbed muscle was lashed across the hood, two thick legs splayed out over each of the fenders.
“What is it? Dead, that’s what it is Lou. Damn thing fell out of the sky, right in front of my truck.” Jeb pulled hard on his cigarette and blew smoke rings as he admired his prize.
“Right out of the sky eh? Sure Jeb, how many times did you have to swerve exactly before it landed right in front of your truck?”
Jeb grinned back. “Don’t know if the meat’s any good, but that ugly head’s gonna look mighty fine mounted on my living room wall.” He crouched down and grunted at the dent in his bumper. “Made a helluva mess of my truck though. You think we can pull that out Lou?”
His friend leaned down and pulled half heartedly at the mangled metal. “No way, that’s not going anywhere. Maybe get a new one from the wreckers.”
A violent rending sound followed by a dull thud brought both men to their feet.Â Â The beast still appeared to be secured to the hood, but something was different.Â Â Lou extended a finger and poked it tentatively.
“It’s just an empty shell Jeb. Where’d you put the insides?”
Jeb wasn’t listening. His eyes followed a trail of fluid as it oozed from the husk’s ruptured spine down to the dusty parking lot. A line of increasingly wider spaced spatter marks snaked away into the deepening shadows. “Four times.” He whispered to no one in particular, staring across the parking lot into the darkness. “I hit it four times before it stopped moving.”