We'd never seen anything like it. It wasn't until three months from that day that people started hearing about it and I was believed.
Me and about a dozen of the boys were pulling in some heavy shit from China on the docks late one night. Nothing unusual, we'd paid off the right people and the cop on patrol was a personal mate, he had three kids and college to pay for, no need to get yourself killed for catching a few thugs. Anyways Tony had just pulled open a crate of Assault Rifles to make sure it was all there when we heard it.
"What the fuck is that noise?"
"Sounds like kids running or some shit."
"There aint no schools on the docks, dipshit."
"All of you shut the fuck up; Don, Twitchy. Go check it out."
The sound was louder, like flip-flops or barefeet running across concrete, but...more. By the time Don was at the warehouse that...that monster rolled into view. In the same instant Don was grabbed by dozens of hands as Twitchy started to scream before being--what looked like--punched. It was a ball of arms, and it didn't like what we were doing.
"Don't just stand there, shoot it!"
The boys lit it up like rednecks at a bonfire, I pulled an AK out of the crate, locked and loaded and lept onto one of the boats heading to the back where I could jump onto the next, no one noticed. I ran as fast as I could and lept to the next little sail boat, breaking my ankle in the process as I heard the screams behind me. I quietly dragged myself below deck and sat in a nasty little square of wood panel and plexi-glass "port-holes" I suppressed my heavy breathing and beating heart, it was quiet. Suddenly I felt the boat rock and shouted; "Tony, that you Tony? No fucking around, that you?"