Hell.
I try to keep up with something -- this blog, for instance -- and I forget about it until something really shakes me up. Sometimes you just gotta say what's on your mind, you know?
So I was doing my thing in some filthy Calcoid dive, taking with me a fellow hunter who's been coming along more often lately.
While we were cleaning out a room, out of NOWHERE, this lone Calc jumped out and bit a huge chunk out of Donovan's arm. He screamed out, and I looked over, seeing a most terrible secret revealed.
Donovan's very flesh had been peeled back, and underneath, I could see the arm of a Calcoid!
He had been one of those filthy mongrels in disguise all this time!
He was probably trying to lull me into a false sense of security and planning to dispose of me once I trusted him enough to let my guard down.
The terror in that THING'S eyes as I smashed its head in with my trusty bat was almost believable.
I'll give it this, it was strong for a Calc. It took me a lot of swings to settle the matter with any real finality.
It makes me sick to think I called it friend.
I don't know how I'm going to break it to Mrs. Donovan that her husband was a Secret Calc Infiltrator.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
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