Kapitel 98: Chapter 98: Indecision

Deion watched over Alex's shoulder as he perfected the sketch, adding a little more shading here, contouring a sickeningly sharp fang there. He shuddered silently and turned away.

A moment later, Alex put his pencil down and sat back to contemplate his work. "I think it's a good likeness, no?" He held it up to Deion's face.

Deion put his hand up in involuntary defense. "A little too good."

The images that terror had seared into his memory were enough - he didn't really want to relive it any more than he already had in his nightmares.

"Now, who can we show this to?" Alex pondered aloud. "Someone needs to know this thing is running loose on the compound, trying to murder people."

Deion sighed. "I wish I knew."