Frank quickly hid behind the front counter next the corpse of a man named Tom. The smell of the decaying body was horrible, but Frank didn't dare move, lest that thing see him. He had no idea what it was... he just knew there was no way something like that was good. He couldn't have been more right. The Stalker had apparently seen him after all, and it decided to strike first. Frank felt a horrible surge of pain as a razor-sharp clawed hand forced its way violently through his torso. He tried to scream, but could only make gurgling noises as his blood drained out. The Stalker finished him off by ripping out his heart and shredding it in its hand. After licking most of the blood off its arm it took one last look at Frank's mangled body and moved on in search of more prey.
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