The October night was crisp with the smell of fall in the air. The blue moon shown like a beacon in a sky littered with clouds. It watched as she walked off the porch and into the yard, headed for the road.

I hunger

In the darkness it shambled across the plain, pausing only when the moon broke through the clouds, spilling light that would betray its position.

This one will serve my needs tonight

Each step was measured and without sound. The scrub grass was dead in the trailing footprints, killed by the very evil that oozed from it. They were separated by a couple dozen feet now.

O’Neil shall be rewarded handsomely for this one

She tripped and fell in the ditch along the road. A metallic object escaped her grasp and tumbled a few feet away.

I shall savor every moment