I'm chasing a chupacabra through Mississippi through mud thick like chocolate milkshakes and rain soaked boots stick to my socks to my skin I run around trees and zag and zig to navigate a maze of horticulture past ferns and bushes and it stops.
We're eye to eye like two old lovers spotting each other from across a beach bar except those bloodsucker eyes could paint the Grand Canyon red and nosferatu fangs still warm from goat ******* could sizzle the sun. Cobra tail whiplash spotty patches of hair the ugly duckling.
I aim my pistol at the beast and pull the trigger like a civil war hero king of champion hill and the bullet takes off at the speed of life it penetrates the animal and blood sprays out of the torso like a garden hose set on mist and I run up to the almost dead chupacabra and it barks softer than balsa whimpers of a new born puppy tears staining red eyes and as loud as a mouse it says goodbye in dog