A Crash

    I hope you all have a wonderful holiday. I'm using some off time before Christmas to catch up on writing, but (obviously) there's no post today.     Love you all

    Kevin bolted toward the nearest corpse, ducking below a leathery tentacle as he ran.The monster was surprisingly quick for it's massive size, and he was almost knocked from his feet or captured a few times  as he made his way to the fallen security officer, an auburn haired woman who had once been toned and well tanned despite her time in face - she was now missing an arm, as well as most of her abdomen - and ducked under another tentacle as he checked her for ammunition.     Please, please. Not that pocket. Not that one. Please. Roll away from a slamming  tentacle. Search more G ot it!  A thigh holster with a one magazine for the pistol. Helpful, though only in the slightest.     He was shoved back into a wall by a thrashing tentacle - the air knocked from his chest as he was crushed against a server tower. He had been momentarily distracted. The tentacle aimed for him again, attempting a grab, and he flung himself to the floor, pulling ...