Clark Savage moved along the road his cautiously.  His rifle in his hand.  So far he hadn’t used and wasn’t even sure it would damage IT but for some reason it made him feel safer. It had been four weeks since he had returned home to find his neighborhood destroyed by whatever the creature was.  He had salvaged what he could, some canned food, bottled water flash lights and batteries, plus all the ammo he could carry. He didn’t know what had happened to his family.  He hoped they we’re safe, but he just didn’t know and the not knowing was what scared him the most.<br/><br/>Moving around out in the open was not a smart idea he new, but the idea of staying couped up and hidden had not agreed with him.  His father had trained him to survive on very little and taught him to hunt.  If he could kill the creature whatever it was he would.  Maybe it would kill him, but facing a quick death was preferable to wasting away.  That didn’t mean he was careless however.  He stopped and hid whenever he felt the creature was close, but thanks to his tracking skills he felt more sure than others in the same situation about traveling in the open.  Clark looked at the horizon.  It would be dark soon and he didn’t want to be caught outside in the dark.  As Clark passed along a row of deserted houses, he finally settled on a small blue house on the center of the row.<br/><br/>Cautiously Clark approached the door.  It was unlocked a good sign that nobody was here.  Clark entered the house and bunkered down setting his pack down nearby  He pulled off his coat as well an went in search of blankets and a pillow.  As he searched the house his danger sense kicked in as he heard no sounds outside.  No birds chirping, or any other animals for that matter.  That was a bad sign he knew.  The animals seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to the creature being near.  They always grew quiet.  Clark quickly dropped low to floor and listened.  Suddenly he heard it roar a terrible noise that pierced the soul.  Clark clutched his 44. magnum in his hands and muttered a prayer to god that if it was his time to go he at least give him a good shot at the creature before he went.  The rampage lasted for nearly 15 minutes by his reckoning and it was another 20 minutes before Clark allowed himself to move.<br/><br/>“What the hell are you,” he whispered to himself as he returned to his pack blankets and pillow in hand.  Opening his pack he withdrew a canteen which he had filled with water from the last rain storm and also pulled out some beef jerky he had salvaged from a store along the way.