Produktbeschreibung
It started as we were leaving the mall. Tom had seemed tense all evening, and walking to the car he kept looking over his shoulder. Then, as we were driving across the dark parking lot, I saw three men in dark suits run for another car. "Let's get out of here!" He yelled as he pulled a huge gun out of his jacket and leaned out the window. "Where did you get that?" I demanded. But soon I had something more important to worry about. One of the men ran into the path of the car. I slammed on the brakes but it was too late - the impact sent him up onto the windshield. Then I saw his face. Blind milk-white eyes seemed to stare at me out of a face that was part metal, part rotting flesh. He open his mouth, exposing rows of gleaming steel teeth and a long blue tongue. Then he smashed his fist through the windshield an reached for my throat. Tom fired. |