Chapter 22Nymie was walking down the street, but to her everything was looking the same. “Come out little unicorn, wherever you are,” she said to no one. But nothing came out, nothing even was moving where she was at. “Maybe I picked the one direction where there isn't anything to find, my lucky day,” she said to herself, then she stepped on something soft but it had a crunchy center as it cracked under her weight.
“Are you kidding me?” she asked and looked down, there was a human arm that used to be part of a police officer on the ground but it looked like it was cut off with a surgical tool.
“Razorhorn,” she said quietly and looked around for more body parts and a trail of blood that she could follow somewhere and find this thing. She hated these monsters, out of all the more common un
