She dreamed about it that night. Of course she did, of course she relived every moment in the bunker, each second she thought she would die because of the thing.
The dream swirled through her sleeping mind like muddy water in a riptide. It drowned her, cast her up on the shore of the morning, wet with fear and shivering uncontrollably.
Rolling, shrieking, killing. Horrifying. Monstrous. Frightening. Frightened. Confused. Begging to die.
What terrified her the most, in her first moments awake, were the memories of his cold blue gaze - and the unexpected beauty of the thing's luminous green eye.
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