“Nate? NATE!”

“Hey Mom.”

“How DARE you? How dare you…”

“Mom I had to do it. You know it.”

“No I don’t know it! How about letting the police do their fucking job, what are you? Superman?”

The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.

“They couldn’t do anything.”

“ …”

“I swear.”

“I find it… Hard to believe. Explain.”

“They were monsters. Actual flesh eating monsters.”

“Nathan, are you high?!”

“No. And one of them ripped my chainmail open. Left arm.”

“The chainmail I got you for your eighteenth birthday?”

“Hum. The police has It for now.”

“OH! That’s it, as soon as this job is done I’m coming over. I swear if this is a sick joke!”

“Mom…”

“Don't!”

Click.

Shit.