15-Assblaster-Vlad

"Stay behind the ropes," Jodi reminded the curious customers as she passed by. They jostled back as the large, butt flaming creature huffed and puffed from two different ends.

Jodi still couldn't believe Nancy and Mindy had managed to catch one of the flying creatures alive. Not after one had killed Miguel. Not after Burt had lost his entire home. Not after she had spent an afternoon and night hiding in a tiny port-a-potty with two men and rummaging around a dump for potato gun parts.

A living, breathing, fire-farting assblaster. Contained by a wooden cage and flimsy rope.

San Francisco had never been this weird.