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Chapter Thirty-nine
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Detective Okafor had always wondered how he would die since he joined the police force, a shootout with bank robbers or gangsters perhaps but getting killed by a monster out of an horror flick never once crossed his practical mind. Now here he was running for his life, about to get eaten.
The Abami in it's rage tossed cars aside with its elongated appendages in pursuit of the arrant fly that gave it pain, pain it could vividly remember with loathing before it's freedom. The Abami hunched it's strong legs and leapt over the fleeing human blocking his escape with a triumphant shriek.
Okafor braced himself for the inevitable as he drew his gun, he'll at least do the world one last favor by taking out it's remaining eye.
"Come on you smelly piece of shit, I don't have all day." He growled as the Abami stalked closer like a cat playing with its prey. It's tongue flicker as if to taste the air around the detective, cocking it's head in curiosity, this fly has no scent
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