Sep 16, 2013 21:01
There weren't really any monsters. That was what Jess had been brought up to believe. They were the stuff of imagination, fiction.
As a child she'd hidden under the blankets whilst her older sister read her scary stories, and then stayed awake all night, terrified by the slightest creak.
When she grew up, she found that there were monsters after all. Terrible, deadly things that there was no way to hide from.
She waited, gun in hand, Lester bleeding out at her feet, and thought how much she'd like a blanket right now, and how very foolish that wish was.
jess parker,
drabble,
primeval