<blockquote><div><cite>fixated1 wrote:</cite>A crowd flees from the monster's footsteps, some daring to look back over their shoulders at the carnage.  James is one of them, his terror striking something primal and deep in him like an icicle stabbing his heart.  He panics and falls down, unable to get up as the crowd runs over him.  When he finally can, he is alone at the feet of the monster.  He knows he should run, but his legs are weak.  He scrambles to hide behind a trash can from the monster.  It rattles noisily as he gets behind it.  He hides, frozen with fear, covering his head and not daring to look up.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>(It's Christmas over here. Will be absent for today.)