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?
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