“Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.” – Marcus Aurelius
At least the weather was nice. That is, if you consider a night full of thunder, lightning, and rain to be “nice”. Still, the weather kept the crazies inside; at least it kept most of them in. Then there was the call, somebody claimed to have seen “monsters” beneath the Hopewell Road Bridge, outside of town. The rookie was sent out there with a radio car, and when he called in, he died screaming.
The remaining officers on duty showed up to the scene to investigate what they thought was a practical joke. They found the rookie’s body, but not his head. From beneath the bridge, a group of strange tracks clawed up the embankment and into the mud. Despite the weather (or perhaps because the weather would rapidly destroy any evidence) the officers took into pursuit. Things got ugly.
First they sighted one of the reported creatures, a reptilian “frogman” loping through the woods. Then they discovered signs of its intelligence by falling into on of its traps, a pit lined with spikes. Shots were fired, blood was spilled, still the creatures fled through the forest. Finally the creatures were tracked to a small cave entrance.
The cave’s passages were oddly disturbing, twisting at strange angles, doubling back on themselves and creating a disorienting nightmare. Still, the officers tracked the creatures into a large cave and attacked the Frogmen. One frogman escaped, as did one officer…who was hopelessly insane.