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Asurge of déjà vu went through my mind. It was a familiar scene. Thousands of screechers swarmed just in front of me. Mary frozen in her steps as the waves of unworldly creatures mobbed towards her. I had a single shotgun in hand. It was highly ineffective against what we were going against. Run! my mind screamed to Mary. But these electrical pulses in my head couldn't be translated into words. My mouth gaped open but nothing came out but the wind. Run, damn it. Move your legs, I thought.

I've got to get her out of that daze. Instinctively, I let out a blast of shotgun shells into the air. Mary jumped and turned around and saw me. She then ran towards me but the screechers were gaining on her. They're behaving more like when we first saw them. But why? Where did they go and what were they doing? I had no time to answer these questions. Immediately I grabbed Mary and ran back toward the firearms store. It's probably the safest place right now. I occasionally turned around and fired at the screechers closing in on us. The store was in sight. We're safe, I thought. Then I saw someone come out of the store with a machine gun in hand. "Git outta da way, lads. I'm gonna shoot 'em dead." Quickly I leapt out of the way, pulling Mary along with me.

He released a flurry of bullets into the oncoming mob. I could here the ping of the shells hitting the concrete ground. Then there was a familiar scream. I looked at the mob and I could blood spraying all over the place. Flesh flung on the road and the sidewalk as bullets went through their meaty flesh. I looked at the store owner. He was smiling. His eyes burning with insanity from all the killing. He was enjoying it. 

I went to behind his line of fire just in case he decided to turn and aim at me. Then he stopped. The floor was covered with empty shells, and the machine gun was smoking. I looked at the army of screechers. There were still too many. But they weren't moving. They were waiting for something. Then something rose from among them. What's that thing? It is...growing? It got bigger and bigger until it towered over everything around it. It stood almost 10-feet tall. It let out a very large roar, and looked at us. We're so dead. "Run," I shouted, "There's no way we can take that monster." "Run if ya wanna, Ah'm gonna kill 'em dead." There's no talking sense into that crazy guy. The next moment, that 10-feet screecher charged toward us, each step it took quaking the ground.