Biscuits

Martin hit the ground with a thump, his body landing in a limp pile beside of an old microwave with a broken lamp lying on top of it.

Frankie screamed and ran. Whatever it was, the dough boy looking creature shambled off after Frankie, leaving Martin to stare at the junk. In front of him was a pile of old toys, plastic and wooden figures of animals and soldiers.

Martin heard Frankie scream. It started out as a yell, and then grew in pitch until the man was shrieking. When it stopped, Martin bit his lip to keep from calling out.

He waited, listening before shifting to lift up. He had one hand on rocks and the other no the little toys when something scraped behind him.

Martin looked over his shoulder, and opened his mouth to scream as it came forward.

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