That morning began like any other. I had just finished my coffee, grabbed my bag, and stepped outside, ready to head to work. The street was quiet, the air still cool from the night. As I approached my car, everything seemed ordinary—until my eyes caught something unusual beneath it.
At first glance, I thought it was nothing. Maybe the wind had pushed a plastic bag under the vehicle, or perhaps it was just an old piece of fabric tangled near the tires. I leaned closer, annoyed but not alarmed, thinking I’d just pull it out and be on my way.
But then, it shifted. Slowly, heavily. The shape under my car wasn’t crumpled plastic, and it wasn’t fabric. I felt my breath catch as the “bag” suddenly stretched, and I saw the glint of scales in the morning light.
My heart hammered as realization struck. This wasn’t trash. It wasn’t debris. It was alive.....
