"Creed....son, please...I,  we lost Molly. I can't lose you to son."
"Dad look around at the town, it's dead, I didn't see one person when we drove in tonight, no garage doors opened and guys working on their cars, there were no kids running and playing kick the can."
"Jim is a medicine man, a shaman and he believes we can find it's weakness, and then kill it." Creed said.
Martin had tears forming in his eyes, "son please be reasonable, I can't bury you to."

This enraged Creed, "BURY,  REALLY DAD? ITS A DAMN EMPTY COFFIN, THAT MONSTER RIPPED HER TO SHREDS AND ATE HER!!!"
Creed was pacing back n forth, " Look , I'm glad you ain't a drunk anymore, but one thing that hasn't changed, your still a damn coward."
Creed walked back into his room, grabbing his and Jim's stuff.
" We'll find lodging elsewhere, come on Jim. "