Back aching as much as her heels did, a dull throbbing permeated her bones as rivulets of sweat ran down her spine and between her ample breasts.
Hilde looked out across the bay. Time seemed to pass so slowly as people strolled by, getting on with their lives.
She glanced up at the summer sun. It was about 1pm; still hours to go.
Suddenly there was a roar from the water; people ran away screaming as tentacles emerged flailing about, coiling round three and dragging them under.
Eyes wide, Hilde took up her rifle and ran to engage the beast.