Chapter 37
THE HALL’S gleaming white walls formed a funnel, with a ravenous deformed Doug at one end and me at the other. Sunlight streamed through the window at my back. The cartilaginous maw at the end of Doug’s p***s snapped and clacked at me.
Doug wasn’t even vaguely funny anymore. Disgust sloshed in my guts, and I fired the shotgun from my waist. The recoil knocked the barrel up and wrenched my shoulders.
Shot sliced the air above Doug’s torso.
The window at the far end of the hall shattered.
Doug screeched. Bloody slashes appeared along the p***s, near the mouth, where stray shot had grazed him.
I pumped the shotgun and raised it to my shoulder.
Doug dropped closer to the ground, stretched his mouth towards me, and charged. The leading legs ate distance with each step, but for
