The monitor buzzed and flickered. He caught it all, all of it! He watched in horror at how a single creature walked into town and murdered everyone without breaking a sweat. Without showing any emotion.

  Walter’s brow was wet with sweat, his cheeks drenched with tears. He knew there was nothing he could do. As the chaos continued, he watched how some of the cultists ran away only for them to be gunned down just outside of town.

  He flinched at every gunshot, his lips quivered like he was about to scream. Walter made sure the doors to the theatre were locked. I should be safe, he thought to himself.

  Walter knew the cult was no good, he even watched as they slaughtered and sacrificed the entire town. Walter only wanted to avoid paying taxes, he never trusted a government that would rather spend their budget on making bombs than universal healthcare. It was the right thing to do; he reasoned at the time. If only he knew of the consequences of siding with evil.

  He saw how people transformed themselves into monsters. He thought it was all stories, and that magic was fake. But the concept of magic becoming real was evident when flesh fused with metal. His scepticism had eroded when he saw the reptile. How they walked through town and killed everything they saw. How indifferent they seemed, how the reptile would just casually slit Martha’s throat without a second thought.

  Walter jumped from his spot as his hand radio buzzed on his desk. ‘What’s the situation?’

  Anxiously, he picked it up. With deep breaths, he counted to ten before answering. ‘Badly, he is killing everyone!’

  ‘What about the flagellants?’

  ‘Dead! All of them.’ Walter responded with a whimper.

  The radio buzzed for a few seconds, Walter looked at the cameras facing inside the school. He could tell even they were panicking. Theodor on the other hand seemed calm, like he was expecting that sort of thing to happen.

  The person from the otherside faced the camera to speak into the radio. ‘Just keep us informed on what is going on, okay?’

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  ‘I will.’ Walter replied before he put down his radio.

  Yet the more he watched, the more he realised something was wrong. The reptile was only walking into areas with cameras. Walter knew where all the blind spots were, even spots where it would be easy for someone to accidentally walk into. But for some reason, the reptile found a way to always be in the view of his cameras.

  ‘Jesus!’ He muttered to himself. The reptile wants to be filmed, it wants to make sure their slaughter was captured.

  As the reptile walked to the main street, besides going to the school they decided to head towards the theatre. Where Walter was hiding.

  Walter fumbled as he pulled out a revolver from a desk drawer. He thanked whatever god was out there as the gun had six bullets.

  ‘Someone, I need help. He is coming towards me.’ Walter said into his hand radio. But no one replied, he looked at the cameras and noticed they all just stood there.

  ‘Someone! Please, I need help!’ He pleaded, his terror now evident to them. They didn’t need to reply to tell him anything. Walter watched as his fellow cultist turned off their hand radio in front of the camera.

  ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck!’ He repeated over, and over again. ‘I should’ve left when I had the chance.’

  A knock came from the front door of the theatre. Walter’s stomach sank as the monitors showed the reptile standing in front of the door.

  His hand shook as he aimed the gun at the entrance. He did his best to hold back tears… he knew this would be his end.

  What could a former lighting technician do against a horror he didn’t understand? One that cared little about their presence, or cared about their death. The door unlocked as the device on the reptile’s right wrist picked the door. He pushed it open and looked at the young man directly. Walter pulled the trigger…

  Click!

  He pulled the trigger again, but it only clicked once more. Little did he know, he didn’t turn safety off. The reptile’s expression remained blank as they walked inside the theatre, they slung the rifle to draw their knife out.