The acid rain began falling upon us all, stretched across the beaches or strolling the quaint streets of the seaside town. It was sudden and poured in painfull droplets on the bare skin of the civilians. We scrambled for the wooden stairs scaling the dunes, screaming. We were all accumulating burns across ouur shoulder snd arms, erasing the fleckles bred by the sun’s rays. And we ran and finally found refuge in the house where we coulld atend to the wounds. The toom was filled with fear. Nnothing was said. Nobody could create a fathomablle explination of what had just happened on the beaches. Screams still echoed from the streets, strangers sometimes joining us in our recovery. We waited it out; my family and the strangers. The rain soon dissipated and some news had filtered in about a theory behind this acid rain; a monster, There was some sort of monster in the ocean and in an attempt to exterminate it the US military rained acid down on the ocean and hit some of the surrounding areas. If that makes any sense… That night, we decided to investigate. My cousin Mia and my Uncle Matthew came with me as we went down to the shore to see exactly what was going on. There we founds dead sealife strewn across the surf and beneath the wooden structure of the walkway lie a grotesquely obese shark. We assumed this was the monster that the acid was meant to kill, yet it still appeared to be alive from what we could tell. My uncle went down to get a closer look. Mia and I waited anxiously, only to check on him and discovery that both he and the mig mac jaws had vanished. We returned to the house and soon made a new discovery; the shark had morphed into a fruit fly! I’m not very good at killing flies so I collected my little cousins to go after itt with me. I got close enough and SMACK! My hands collapsed and crushed the bug. Before I could open my palms the fly turned into a man that expanded and fell to the floor in a heap of convulted limbs. Bloody, twisted, naked, young man on the floor. I had done this. We looked at him in shock and the final realization was made; the monster morphs into whatever touches it. A fly landed on the shark and I had made contact with the fly. I was left with a pile of a man-monster, raw skin, and a great amount of conflicting emotion. Unsettling and eerie.
