A Sudden Strike

A dry, scratching hum drifted from behind a row of heavy books. Khhh... I locked my joints, flattening my chest against the dusty oak edge. Pure stillness. The vibration scraped again—closer, sliding along paper. Snap! I threw my weight forward, claws gouging into the wood as my long tongue whipped out, lashing across the spine of an old leather volume. A loose bookmark fluttered free and drifted to the floor. The flutter died into silence. A wet hiss left my throat as I crouched over the captured book, pinning it down.#ResidentEvil