FORTY-SEVEN

Rock, plaster, and dust covered everything in a thick layer of ick. Justin coughed and spit on the floor, and Carly snapped at him for being gross.

During the ceiling falling, and their chests becoming engulfed in choking clouds of dust, neither of them noticed the giant man that fell with the ceiling. The man was gargantuan, with a hooked nose and a scruffy beard, no hair on his head, and his breath was the scent of spoiled milk. He landed softly on the ground, noiselessly, and stalked away down the corridor. The only thing he left behind were footprints settled on the sooty ground.

"God, what was up with that?" Justin finally finished coughing.

"I don't know, but look," Carly pointed to the footprints of what had to have been at least a size 14 foot.

"Geez, who is that? Bigfoot?" Justin followed them, walking carefully so his own footprints did not disturb them.

It didn't take long for them to catch up with the beast. He was large, but what he made up for in size, he lacked in speed