You’re still rattled–that goes without saying, but when you hear the familiar sound of a rocket-propelled grenade rushing towards you, your body goes into autopilot. Diving to the far end of the living room, you manage to sink your <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAWS</span> into the wall and cling to it as the whole trailer flips like a metal omelette!
Still sporting his glowing eyes and menacing metal mask, Talbot doesn’t react at all when the rocket hits the outside of the wall next to him, and as the resulting explosion vaporizes the middle of the mobile home, you lose sight of the janitor when the blast engulfs him!
For a few moments, all you do is roll–you don’t remember being on a particularly big hill, but then you remember the moat of scrap metal spikes set up between the Drive-In and the wall. <span class="mu-i">Lots</span>. Fighting back your urge to spill your guts on the spinning floor, you slowly but surely clamber towards what you hope is a safer part of the trailer just as your metal coffin makes one final bounce!
Sure enough, after a second or two of air you and your lodgings land with a screech of metal into a bed of massive and impeccably-sharp spikes! Punching through the walls like they were made of balsa wood, the spikes stop mere inches from your head… then <span class="mu-i">centimeters</span> when the trailer’s weight shifts one last time. As you take a ragged gasp of air from your spot on what <span class="mu-i">used</span> to be the ceiling, you spy your <span class="mu-g">REMOTE-CONTROLLED DUCK</span> dangling from the floor above!
“<span class="mu-i">Shit</span>, Stan. <span class="mu-i">SHIT.</span>”
You know, Ly.
“<span class="mu-r">Is… he meant what he said about the others, right? Are they going to hold ou-</span>”
You <span class="mu-s">KNOW!</span>
Climbing with renewed purpose towards the duck, you glance in the direction of the bedroom as well in hopes of spotting your <span class="mu-g">COVERALLS…</span> along with the rest of your items, but where there was once a passage into the bedroom is now just a growing inferno barely hindered by the crimson-tinged snow rushing in through the massive hole in the wall! Maybe if you can climb in through the windo-
<span class="mu-s">CRUUUNCH!</span>
The wall between the kitchen bathroom and the living room bursts into scrap and splinters as a charred figure clad in liquid metal rakes a dozen jagged tendrils through it.
<span class="mu-s">Talbot.</span>
Watching you hang from the wall with almost machinelike impassiveness, he wordlessly shoves the remaining obstructions out of his way and stomps towards you with deadly purpose in his glowing red eyes!
https://youtu.be/9buc2szkvt4>CONTD. 