Re: Episode 8-8: Oakley
The beast woke. Immediately it was filled with fury.
The shell, the weak creature that the beast was forced to slumber within, had restrained it. Although it was free, not physically chained as it had so often found itself, the shell would not let it claim whatever prey it desired. Only those with the stench of death on them. Only the dead could taste its rage.
As it rose, it scented the air, finding those the shell sought. A growl filling its throat, it crouched, preparing to spring.
The shell was a fool. It could pretend to be a protector, a preserver of peace. But it was lie. This...this was what it truly was.
The beast burst through the window, launching itself at the first of the undead that it saw.