C65 A Lone Island's Predicament

Ma Loong whipped his head around at the sound and immediately spotted the octopus monster inching closer to him.

The once-dead creature had forsaken its upright gait for a near-crawl, its four hefty tentacles working in tandem with a multitude of smaller ones to propel its slick form forward.

Without hesitation, Ma Loong raised his rifle and squeezed off two rounds at the monster's head