Cyrus ripped Marisol out of the way just as the giant rat smashed the tree into the floor, leaving a massive crater.
He pulled her up. She saw the beast for the first time and screamed.
The giant rat—rather, a swarm of rats in the shape of a giant rat—roared as it plucked the tree off the floor. All the rats bared their incisors are the same time. A fetid odor hit Cyrus that reminded him of garbage and mold.
"We"ve got to get out of here," Cyrus said.
Customers were pouring out of the restaurant. He took Marisol"s hand and they ran for the door.
The ground quaked behind them, and Cyrus instinctively let go of Marisol’s hand and pushed her against the wall.
A branch lashed Cyrus’s cheek.
The tree slammed into the doorway, blocking them from exiting.
“Oh my God,” Marisol said.
Fire
