Ella rolled over on her stomach. Her ears rang. Points of light flashed in her vision. She rose to her knees and tried to focus on the sasquatch. Its fangs curled over its lips; moonlight gleamed on its claws.
She knew that at any second those claws would come down on her. She thought that closing her eyes would make it easier to die. But before she could block out the sight of the sasquatch, something else did. The lights in the Clarksville Zoo suddenly blinked out. In groups of five or six, they went black—the lights in lampposts, on buildings, inside exhibits. Within seconds, darkness had engulfed the landscape.