You’ll be glad to know that I survived my encounter with the monsters. Just about. Snappy helped me tend to my wounds. I’d lost a lot of blood after the monsters took my fingers.
I did what anyone would do, I went to the cops.
But the cops were either stupid or ignorant. They laughed at me. Then before I knew it there were monsters everywhere. They ate most of the cops within seconds. Those that remained turned on me. They marinaded me in Yak’s blood.
There I was, covered in blood and tied to a spitt and about to have a fire lit under me when Snappy confused them enough that I could escape.
You can’t trust the authorities.
I’m stuck. There is no bandwidth here. I need a hide-away.