I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

Who is he?

What does it have to do with me?

Shaking her head to stop her random thoughts, she was about to roll up the window when she seemed to smell something.

There was a strange smell in the air, like an overdose of cheap shampoo.

The pungent smell caused a burning sensation in her eyes.

She suddenly felt overwhelmed, as if the taxi was crushing her, like a beetle in a bottle of soda being crushed by a human boot, threatening to utterly destroy her.

She couldn't breathe and felt an indescribable discomfort in her body.

She swallowed the refluxed stomach acid, which helped alleviate her nausea.

"What... what's that smell?"

She couldn't help but ask the driver.

"Huh?" the taxi driver asked.

"Can't you smell this scent?"

"No, but there's a factory here, and it might be the irritating gas coming from there."

The driver said to her, "They're probably workers at a chemical plant, making things like pigments and paints."

Mary didn't quite believe it was the pungent smell of chemical products. The unpleasant odor felt like a dagger scraping her throat, filling her with fear.

Chemical plants don't have this kind of smell.

It was more like an ominous smell, a warning that something bad was about to happen.

Can we turn around?

Feeling intensely uneasy, she wanted the driver to turn back.

“But that’s to the north, and you want to go west, so let’s go back.”

"Yes, I know what I'm doing."

Mary felt trapped, as if every cell in her body was buzzing like wings.

The taxi tried to drive onto the gravel on the shoulder of the road, and rainwater slid down the taxi window, distorting her vision.

A row of barbed wire fences and a gate prevent anything from entering the driveway, with rusty wire loops awkwardly wrapped around the top of the fence.

But just as the taxi was about to leave, she suddenly noticed a figure walking towards her.

The other person was tall and strong, with thick, powerful arms, hunched shoulders, and a drooping head and pointed chin.

What terrified her most was that the other party had no hands; its arms were replaced by tentacles.

Mary held her breath nervously.

Soon she heard the sound of other tires.

A police car—a state trooper's car—drove in from behind.

After seeing the police car signaling him to stop, the taxi driver had no choice but to bring the car to a halt.

Mary was extremely nervous and dared not move.

The policeman got out of his car, seemingly unaware of the tentacle-like human approaching from the opposite direction.

He was carrying a black umbrella and was short in stature.

“Sir, you shouldn’t have driven here. The road ahead is closed to traffic.”

The police officer knocked on the car window and spoke to the driver.

Just as the driver was about to roll down the window, he suddenly saw a tentacle swing out and pierce the policeman's chest.

"Oh my God!"

Upon seeing blood splattered on the window, the terrified driver immediately prepared to step on the gas and drive forward.

But before the car could even move, the driver was followed in the footsteps of the police.

The tentacle shattered the glass and pierced his chest.

Startled, Mary immediately got out of her car and ran outside.

In his panic, he ran to a nearby garbage dump.

After running into the landfill, Mary hid her head behind a container, held her breath, and desperately closed her eyes.

She listened intently to the sound of the rain and the low whispers.

In the distance, the engines of cars idling emitted a low rumble, and thunder roared overhead.

Mary, too nervous to even breathe, hid for a while and then realized the other person wasn't coming.

So she peeked over and realized that the monster wasn't coming this way.

The tentacle-like human turned around, returned to the road, and disappeared into the bushes.

Mary wasn't sure if his departure was real.

Calm down, I must calm down!

She took out her phone, ready to call her husband.

The tentacle monster walked away into the distance, but stopped halfway there, staring at a suspicious spot in the junkyard, then turned and walked straight toward her.

The other person's feet slapped against the greasy mud.

So Mary quickly moved away from her first hiding place and moved to another one—this time behind a garbage bin full of scrap wood.

Keep your breathing steady.

Don't breathe heavily; he can hear you.

Having likely discovered her old hiding place, the other party arrived quickly.

Mary could hear him and his footsteps, hear his grumbling and the sound of him stomping through the mud.

The sound of splashing water could be heard.

Mary couldn't jump into the dumpster because it was already full.

Instead, she pressed her back against the trash can and then slowly rotated around it.

When the tentacle monster appeared on one side, she slid to the other side, trying not to make any noise with the metal and create an echo.

The monster's voice sounded like two asbestos tiles being kneaded together, or like grinding one stone against another.

I need to stay calm, stay calm.

Reminding herself of this, she began to move around the trash can, closely following the other person's steps.

Finally, she darted away and found a rusty, once-shiny Cadillac stuck in the mud, its depth just above her stomach.

So Mary pulled up her coat, and rainwater and greasy mud clung to her skin.

She held her fingers firmly in the mud, pulling herself downhill, using the surrounding environment to conceal herself.

Just as the monster turned its head to look for her, she looked back.

She felt like she saw something, but she wasn't quite sure.

The air rippled, as if something had been opened.

The monster wiped the rain from its eyes and then walked towards her.

Do not move!

Do not move!

Mary tried to remind herself.

The grass was covered in black mud, obscuring her face, but only to ensure she was hidden deeper among the plants.

The tentacle monster moved slowly.

It was as if they were waiting for Mary to confess from her hiding place, or as if they were waiting for her to leap out of the bushes like a startled deer.

She sensed that the other person's expression was savage and fierce, like a wild beast thirsting for food.

The monster quickly reached the car.

Right above her.

The other person's toes were only inches from the top of her head.

Don't look down.

Mary's hand slipped into her pocket and pulled out a fruit knife.

Her thumb hovered over the button.

Stab him now.

But having never done anything so dangerous before, she began to hesitate.

Could a blade pierce someone's skin? Does she have leverage? What if she slips?

As she hesitated, the monster grunted again and prepared to walk away.

As he meandered through the maze of trash and waste, preparing to leave, Mary exhaled the breath she had been holding back.

She lay there, belly down, for a while.

Blood rushed through her ears, and she could even hear her own heart pounding.

No, I can't leave for now, nor can I get up. I need to keep myself hidden low enough.

Mary endured her physical discomfort and said to herself.

Suddenly!

A strange sound suddenly came from the sky, which seemed to be the rumble of thunder.

The rain began to intensify, and a piercing white noise came from above.

Mary's ears perked up, trying to pull other sounds out of the white noise of the rain.

But the sound grew louder and louder, and finally, to her astonishment, a crack appeared in the sky.