Running From Monsters

So I have been running from monsters my whole life. But I'm not alone. I always have Suzy by my side. Suzy is my .38 caliber revolver. I sleep with Suzy. And by 'sleep with' I mean I put one in her chamber on a nightly basis.

So one night I am in a fleebag motel, hoping no monsters find me, and me and Suzy are having our nightly cuddle party. And by 'cuddle party' I mean we are snuggling watching Chernobyl on HBO, when I hear a monster outside the door.

*knock knock knock*

"Room service," the monster yells.

"Not today!" I scream with righteous fury.

I pull Suzy out fire all six rounds at where center of mass would be, you know monster height, right through the door.

When I open the door there is no monster. He must have got away. But he really did a number on the waiter that brought me my room service order before he left. He was laying on the ground with six monster sized finger holes in his torso.

"Shit," I whisper. But I know what I need to do. I piss on the waiters corpse, it kills the monsters infection and prevents him from turning into one of those things. Time to leave town, onto the next fleabag motel. You never stop running from monsters, because they never stop chasing you.

Like I said, I've been running from monsters my whole life.

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Credited to grghbbs 

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