He stayed close to the walls, and tried not disturb any of the debris that was everywhere these days. Windows were blocked, boarded up or outright avoided. It was never proven if... it... operated more by sight or sound, but either one seemed able to draw it near.
It made no attempt to disguise it's approach. That always unsettled him.
He'd seen it across town once, drawn by someone else's carelessness. It spotted him immediately, but made no move. It just cocked it's head a little and once it was sure he was frozen in fear and watching... it began stalking whoever had drawn it, impossibly silent for anything of its size.
Unable to move, to breathe, to blink, he could never forget how the thing was able to sneak up on the poor bastard. It was the first and only time he'd ever seen it not just stomp a straight line to it's victim. It was so unusual for it, so perfectly done... he shuddered. It wanted him to know that it wasn't even playing with them.
He felt a warmth on his ear, and his breath caught in his throat.
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