With the shadowy, looming form in the distance, suddenly breaking into the zoo to steal drugs didn’t seem like such a brilliant idea after all.

“Dude, it’s just a giraffe,” said Denny.

“The giraffes are over there,” replied Will, his knowledge of the zoo undiminished from childhood visits. “That’s the boneyard.”

“Boneyard?” Denny said.

“They leave dead animals there to feed scavengers and dry out the bones for display,” Will said. “There shouldn’t be anything alive over there.”

And as the shape advanced toward them, quickly gaining speed despite its massive height and bulk, it soon became apparent that Will was right: there was nothing alive over there, and it was coming straight at them.

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