Indeed the party realizes Hudson may be correct. It's almost pitch black out despite the few lamps of a street lights beyond the fire truck. It's as if the night itself intends to swallow the rest of the urban jungle. There are shapes out there though, most of them indistinguishable but some appear to be moving. The only noise is the scrambling of feet and the clicking sound that now sounds quite close.
Chuck swings open the fire truck door and hops in, dropping the bottles of liquor all over the floorboard as he grabs the wheel and presses the gas pedal down.
The engine does not rev and the clicking sound is so loud if fills Chuck's ears. Chuck looks down at the dash as he curses aloud. Hudson and Lily hop in the other side and both look at him expectantly, hopefully.
Chuck breathes loudly, "We still have gas, diesel can run for a long time thank God but the battery is too dead to start. I have a jump kit in the back seat though, we can open the hood and...". He pauses and listens. The clicking sound has gone but there is something moving in front of the fire truck. He then realizes that if the battery has a little power he can at least turn on the lights. His hand shakes as he reaches to the lights. Hudson puts a hand on his shoulder and they look at each other for a second, it looks as if Hudson almost shakes his head then he removes his hand and looks forward.
Chuck turns on the head lights and everyone sees this caught in the lights.
Upon being caught in the light the creature makes a horrendous sound and leaps out of the lights range towards a building. The party loses sight of it and doesn't hear anything further. They all turn and look at each other, it's obvious the incident has shaken everyone.
