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I crept into the house slowly as thunder rumbled outside. My combat boots moved silently across the rotten wooden floor. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness that surrounded me like a heavy black fog. My fingers curled around the crossbow, prepared to fire as soon as the best showed itself. As I moved slowly into the main part of the house, my ears detected a low growling behind me. I spun around, crossbow ready to fire. All I caught in my sight was the tail of one of the beasts, which quickly disappeared. I frowned and turned back around, starting to walk forward again. Then I freeze. The sound of the door in the other room slamming shut