“Nate? NATE!”

  “Hey Mom.”

  “How DARE you? How dare you…”

  “Mom I had to do it. You know it.”

  “No I don’t know it! How about letting the police do their fucking job, what are you? Superman?”

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  “They couldn’t do anything.”

  “ …”

  “I swear.”

  “I find it… Hard to believe. Explain.”

  “They were monsters. Actual flesh eating monsters.”

  “Nathan, are you high?!”

  “No. And one of them ripped my chainmail open. Left arm.”

  “The chainmail I got you for your eighteenth birthday?”

  “Hum. The police has It for now.”

  “OH! That’s it, as soon as this job is done I’m coming over. I swear if this is a sick joke!”

  “Mom…”

  “Don't!”

  Click.

  Shit.