Heroes To The Rescue

"Where did it go? Look! Over there! Shoot! Shoot!"

~Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.~

The loud sounds of bullets fired in all directions as the now hunched thing suddenly jumped around the room, picking its meal at will.

The night weather was indeed a hot one. But at present, as they only felt the coldness of the eerie winds that massaged their bodies, stretching its claws deep into the very fibres of their bones.

~Plop. 

The slimy items of the dead were continuously spat out the mouth of the Thing.

And in a sit second after spitting out, it would vanish and appear in another location with yet another victim in its hands.

Like so, the feast became one to die for. And the poor chickens began running up and found, backing each other in circles with their guns pointed about in full panic.

Where was it? Where was it? 

Front? Back? Up? Down? Sideways?... Good Heavens! Where the hell was the thing?