POTENTIAL: THIRTY-EIGHT

ALEX POV

I've been playing tag with this behemoth for an hour now. My body was starting to weaken, my legs aching from constant running and dodging its attacks, as were my hands, working tirelessly to both defend and strike. I wrapped the glass tube with a metal sheet to protect it from getting shattered. The equipment inside the factory was already in disarray, and the floor was stained with blood from the tentacles I severed. I could hear vehicles outside and the noise of a helicopter. If I'm not mistaken, those are the police. If they're here to help, well, they won't be able to do anything. Their guns are ineffective.

I glanced again at the monster, seemingly preoccupied. Its body waved in a rhythmic pattern, resembling a larva eager to break free from its cocoon.

Don't tell me it's really going to come out.