“Mammoth: The Monster of Bell Island” Part One
Mammoth opened his eyes and found himself slumped beside the exterior wall of an old warehouse. Around him, there were three garbage cans and some old boxes beneath a single streetlight which was flickering as though it could go out at any moment.
“What happened?” he whispered to himself. “Did I get drunk again?”
The giant behemoth rubbed his head as a dull ache began to plague him.
He tried to think of an explanation for how he’d got here, but nothing came to mind.
There wasn’t even a trace of alcohol on his breath.
As Mammoth stood up, he realized that both the fedora and trench coat he’d been wearing had gone missing.
“Where are my clothes?!”
He sighed at the thought of having to shop for replacements as most stores weren’t prepared to cater for someone of his size and physique.
Mammoth was starting to feel increasingly uneasy.
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