Chapter 207 Parking Lot

• The Plain Strider let out a deafening roar that sounded like a cross between a revving race car engine and a raging bulls bellow. Bullets pelted its scaly head and hairless, leathery flanks as it emerged from behind the building and into the open road. The fleeing humans scampering out into the open parking lot were dwarfed by its massive body. Standing equal to the height of a second story building, the Planes Strider was in its own right, a monster.
• “Keep firing!” Lisa shouted over the noise of gunfire and terrified screams.
• “How is that thing still alive?” Lisa thought as she pressed trough the crowd towards the lumbering beast. “It has taken plenty of hits from our guns but all I see are dozens of areas where the bullets only managed to break its skin. How tough is that Twisted’s hide?”