Gattlin

CH 7 "LUNCH!" Debbie squawked into the voice tube before turning to put the deli meats back into the ice box.  Her voice rattled the tube as it traveled towards the adjoining cars and alerting the crew.  Three seconds didn't even pass when Greg walked through the door. "What's for lunch Deb?" asked Greg, the tip of his nose wiggling as it sniffed the air. "Nothing too special, just a classic Whyte sausage sandwich with the usual" Debbie answered as she handed the drooling dragon his sandwich.  "The Usual" sandwich Debbie handed Greg was anything and probably everything that could fit between the two slices of slightly fried sourdough.  

March 9, 9:00 A.M. CutNPaste Manor The buzzing of my alarm clock pulled me from the black void of unconsciousness as I was greeted by what felt like a heavy lump on my chest.  At first I thought I was sick, feeling extremely drowsy and irritable along with the heavy lump on my chest.   That was until it hissed at me.  Jerking my eyes open I was immediately greeted by two beady eyes behind an almost beak like mouth, that was at the moment open and wriggling it’s thin red tong at me. “IT’S THE COVERFEILD MONSTER!” I yelled, pushing myself against the backboard, the green lizard like creature hissing at me once more.