“Of course I do,” she said, looking hurt. “But you and I haven’t known each other that long.” *** “... goofus.”
She got out of the bed, pulling her hair back. “This was a mistake, Landon. Neither of us are very serious about this.” *** “No, baby. No.”
He looked panicked and hurt, but just stood without a word. His eyes were teary, but he simply left. *** "Yesss!'
(Val will probably go back to work, so... maybe she’s visiting the warehouse?) *** He hesitated, a dull flush on his cheeks. “Pardon?”
(I got it!) Val grunted as the machine slammed into her side. She burst through the front wall of the warehouse and landed on the bare lawn in front, groaning, her hand coming up instinctively to her head. The machine stepped through the hole, his long legs clicking. *** “No. They’re... in my stomach.”
Landon drove with a frown. He made his way to an abandoned house to photograph. *** She reached around to check his back pockets.
Val struggled to stand up, the world around her growing fuzzy as the creature clicked over her, its needle-like leg pressed against her neck.
