You and Scott ((That will be the marines name)) eyes widen in horror as a monsterous figure walks in thru the front door of the house. It definatly looks human, female, and young. Probably about 18 years old. The mutt that tore up your warthog happily runs over to the giant then begins to pant happily and lick her hand.
"Eeew get off me! Get get go!" The girl yelled. Just then, the girls 10 year old brother, who was the one who shot your warthog walks into the living room.
"Hey! What are you doing with that BB Gun?!" The girl asked.
"Umm...just target practicing on cans hehe." The boy said.
"Yeah well not while im here! Get your butt upstairs and take your smelly dog with you to!" The girl said. The boy looked down with a sad look on his face and walked upstairs with the dog. The girl sighs then walks right past you and scott into the kitchen. You try to radio in the captain but for some reason the signal is jammed.
"Damn! Nothing." You said and looked at Scott. You can hear the girl talking on the phone as she fixes up something to eat in the kitchen. She then comes back out with a bowl of cereal in hand.
"Look out!" You cried as the teens huge white slip-on shoe crashed down just a few feet from you and Scott. The girl sits on the sofa and starts to watch a little TV. As you and Scott plan your next move,
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