Edna stayed rooted to the ground. Her mind told her to run. But when the command reached her legs, it was mystically translated to -- panic; and like all other panicking legs in the world, they tend to stay steady in the most dangerous place one doesn't intend them to stay.

The ugly monster came closer. Now she could see its antennae dancing like Medusa's hair. Its pale white skin didn't fit well on its slug-like body. Extending from its side were the two tentacles, brandishing a baseball bat. Considering its ugliness, Edna thought its musty alcoholic smell was quite bearable. With a body the size of a pick up truck, its head was considerably small and resembled a human face, with which Edna felt remotely acquainted. Its eyes were surrounded by two thick circles, hideous and tasteless.

Meanwhile, her mind suggested she should faint and her body agreed. So did all her limbs. But sadly, none of them seemed to remember how. So she stood in the same place helplessly while her teeth was clicking like a praying mantis looking for a mate.

Fortunately, the ugly monster wasn't looking for a mate; it was just looking for food.

Her mouth opened wide, ready to scream. Her body tensed like cotton in hot water, preparing for the worst. The muscles in her legs contracted like an arrow on a bow, and determined to make a final escape. Nevertheless, based on what they saw, her eyes asked her whole body to give up. Some mutants appeared on her left; their skins were as white as skeletons in snow. Some more arrived on her right, their faces would look ugly even if you thought Freddy in Nightmare of Elm Street was handsome. Finally, some more behind her were carrying bags; they looked better just because they had completely lost their heads. She wondered if they were carrying their heads inside their bags.

"I'm hungry," said the ugly slug-like monster in the front.