Well, it seems as if interest in my fanfic is waning, but I don't care. If you read this, comment, I don't care how short, but I'm trying to see how many people will read each part before I post another part. Anyway, here's the next part, enjoy!

Okay you ugly little monkey,I'll **** with you! I do not want to let this thing make me it's next victim, so I only have one question, how do I kill it? Well, I might as well go for broke, so I unsling my G3, set it to fully auto and let fly. The creature cries out upon being hit the first couple times, and then jumps to its left and clings to the wall, much like a licker. I track it all the way and keep spraying fire at it, missing most shots during the jump but finally pounding it with six rounds while it clings to the wall. It flies back as the rounds pierce through it's hardened exterior and its tentacles frantically swing around just as my G3 clicks empty. The hunter/licker/chimera whatever it was lets out a final screech and dies.

I let out a sigh of relief as it disintegrates and I know that the ammo wasn't wasted. Quickly reloading, I know that this station is empty, not surprisingly since that thing smelled like ****. Whatever, It's pretty close to sunset and I don't want to travel by night. So, I go downstairs and push several cabinets against the hole in the plywood I made to get in. Knowing I'll be safe for now, I remove my vest and set up my weapons near me, fully loaded. I'll miss my broadcast to Gary, but I don't particularly care. It's miss the transmission, or travel by night in unfamiliar and hostile territory. **** that. I sit back, and close my eyes. I know I won't sleep, but a man can hope right?