Radiation rose from the explosion
making those around him gasp in horror. He did not make a sound as he
slithered through the crowd awaiting his first victim to fall into
his path. It had been years since he had felt the thrill of a fresh
kill and longer since he had indulged in the rich flavors that the
reactor would infuse. A plane flew overhead dropping a green slime
that stopped him in his tracts and left his last thought merely a
wish.
Why is he slithering through the
crowd? Is he human or beast? What are his victims? Why is he looking
forward to the flavor of radiation? What is the slime being dropped
from the plane?
The word is plane and this post
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