A huge shape blocked the morning sun as the equivalent of a size 89 shoe came crashing down. When the sneakered foot that belonged to the oldest boy came down, the very tip of the toe of the sneaker landed on the engine compartment of the car completely flattening it like aluminum foil under 90,776 tons of weight. As the foot lifted off it kicked the ruined Malibu towards the front door the house, the car stayed on it's remaining two rear tires but spun out of control until stopping just under the first step. It was about that time the airbag went off.
One he realized he was still alive, Scott looked out the back window (what was left of it) and saw the three potential executioners board the school bus. The kid didn't even notice. He considered himself lucky, if he'd been standing there with no car he'd be a stain by now. Even though he hurt all over, he crawled out of the wreckage of his car (had just made the last payment too) and wondered if he ever got back how he was going to explain to his insurance company how his car got partially crushed by a teenage boy.
Scott quickly realized that his only opinion was to find shelter in the house, Looking up at the step and the enormous door of that house made him also realize it wouldn't be easy. He couldn't climb the step, and he couldn't push open the door, nor could he crawl under the door as he could see the weather stripping firmly in place. He did notice the animal door though, so the family ether owned a dog or cat. Neither one was a creature he wanted to meet up with. The dog he figured wouldn't be too bad, but a cat...
There was a sudden commotion from the other side of the door. Someone or something was coming.
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