Devolution: A Firsthand Account of the Rainier Sasquatch Massacre

by Max Brooks

“Carmen, they’re not good or evil. They’re just hungry.” A nod to the darkness. “The berries are all gone, and the fruit from our trees, and your compost, which probably kept them here instead of following the other animals…assuming they haven’t already eaten those animals.” Vincent shrugged defiantly. “So, then there’s nothing left.” Mostar looked us over. “There isn’t?”