The chief shook Chris' hand, chuckling. "You think I believe that? Son, I've been a hunter all my life. Never seen any animal do that in my entire life. You saw the hole, punched clean through to get to the good stuff. Whatever this is, it ain't natural." The chief rolls his shoulders, puffing himself up. He looked Chris up and down again, eyebrow quirked. Something wrong, nothing new. Just another hokey hunter trying to make a quick buck.<br/><br/>"Whatever you say, Chris. I'm Chief Haywood. You have any questions, you can take a business card, get my number." As Haywood said this, his radio crackled to life.<span style="font-style: italic">11-41. Body found out front at the Ramsay residence, looks... Oh god. It's another one. Heart's torn right out of his chest. We need an ambulance and backup immediately. This body is fresh. I think... I think the thing is still here... Code 30! Code 30!</span>The radio crackled out, and Haywood stood for a brief moment, before rushing out of the room, screaming at his men to get together.<br/><br/>He turned to Chris, jerking his head towards the door. "Come on, you coming? You want to see a fucking monster? Let's go see a fucking monster."<br/><br/>As they moved out, a girl was just starting to get hungry. Maybe it was time to go get some lunch.