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night would send temperatures down into the 40s. Chuck would be kept warm by the concrete walls surrounding the cage area, but it would still be too cold to sleep in the early morning hours if he was still alive.
    Chuck lay down using the blanket and pillow under his head.  The sun was down but there was still enough light that Chuck didn’t fall immediately to sleep. He picked up the pills Manny had given him. He read the label again. He wondered if he took them now, would he be comfortably asleep before it got cold. He tossed the pill bottle in the air and caught it several times.
    Sleep didn’t come easy, but with the sun down and the cover over the end of the exercise cage, Chuck eventually fell into a fitful sleep thinking about his brother Garrick and hoping his life had been better.
    It was the middle of the night when he was awakened by a new sound in his prison. Chuck sat up quickly. The bottle of pills fell to the ground and rattled. There was one emergency light that still had enough battery life to put a dim glow at the gate end of his enclosure. There was also a full moon high overhead which made visibility not as bad as it could have been.
    Something was at the cage beside him. It was hard to tell what it was, but it wasn’t human. It was the size of one of the bears in the area, but the body seemed wrong. It was pulling at the body of Lake which was still hanging from the concertina wire on the inside of his enclosure. It was pulling the muscles from Lake’s leg through the heavy-gauge chain link fence.
    When the pills fell to the ground, the thing that was pulling at parts of Lake turned to look at Chuck. The forehead was oversized and the eyes were twice too big for its face. It was also wearing a shredded prison guard shirt and pants, but the feet were bare and misshapen. Around its waist was a guard belt. It had been spun around but Chuck could see the Taser was still in its holster.
    Chuck heard a guttural grunt from the thing and it rushed at him. Its fingers grabbed at his cage and Chuck backed up as far as he could. There was blood on its face, probably from Lake’s body.
    Chuck had no place else to go. He was trapped with an un-holy monster coming after him. The thing climbed the fence and grabbed at the concertina wire. It should have cut the beast to pieces, but while the wire was cutting, it didn’t stop the thing.
    Chuck was more afraid than he’d even been. He was six-foot-five, 275 pounds of prison-hardened three-time convict and there was no man who could stand in front of him and make him afraid.
    But the creature instilled a primal fear in him, a fear deep in his gut.
    The thing had pulled the concertina from on top of the fence keeping Chuck in. It was supposed to be impossible, but the monster was doing it. Chuck didn’t even stop to wonder if he was dreaming or living out some horror for a hidden camera. From somewhere deep inside his memories, he remembered something someone somewhere in his past had said “God helps those who help themselves.”
    It was the first time Chuck had talked to God in more years than he could remember when he said “God, you better be helping me right about now.”
    He reached down and picked it up the baloney he’d accidentally kicked. He shook off the bag it was in and rubbed a handful of the pills he still had into the meat.
    The monster was cutting itself with the concertina wire it was pulling off the top of the cage, but it was intent on getting at Chuck.
    Chuck rubbed the baloney on his sweating forehead and tossed it over the fence, hoping the creature was drawn to the smell. Several of the pills fell out of the chunk of baloney when it landed but he was happy it got near enough to the monster to get its attention. It picked it up and swallowed it whole before coming at him again.
    It reached the fence and started climbing. Chuck could see cuts bleeding on the monster. The blood looked thick and dark in the moonlight and Chuck wondered what he