Hendra continued to aim his weapon at the creature's head who was looking at him sharply. His hands trembled, but his grip on the gun tightened.
The front part of the creature's insulated body slightly swerved upwards, as if ready to pounce. Saliva in the form of slime dripped from its small fanged mouth, like venom that was ready to be used.
"Jesus! We're dead!" Lucia whispered in fear.
"You step back, if anything happens to me..." Hendra's voice faltered a bit. "I believe you are a strong woman who can face any situation..."
"Hen... what do you mean???" Lucia was getting more and more scared.
"There are only three bullets in this gun. Hopefully one will suffice... the other two are spare for you to hold..." He aimed the tip of the weapon right in the middle between the creature's ey
