His legs felt rooted in place. The man in the street was Desmond Smith, his neighbor. Desmond was being mangled. His stomach was torn open and he was screaming. The beast had its back turned, but Tom saw bits and pieces of its visage—hands that resembled claws, a gaping maw; a snout larger than any animal he'd ever seen. "Lorena! Hurry!" Tom lunged for his boots. He frantically put them on. Behind him, Lorena threw the closet door open, rifling through objects to get to the gun. Tom let go of the shade and ran for his wife. He saw her shadowed form making its way back to him. She had the gun. Tom reached out and took it, staving off the panic that filled his stomach. He'd never used it before. Not for something like this. Tom clicked off the safety and raced back to the window. Desmond had stopped screaming. His carcass lay motionless in the snow, his remains strewn across the snow-covered street. The creature loped in the other direction, making its way toward Desmond's house. Tom saw flashes of movement through the open doorway.
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