[ MP ] Man with a harmonica

Tom stood in the middle of a deserted city block, smoking a cigarette in the cool mist. Fog hung low in the empty city, and even the smallest of sounds were amplified ten-fold, reverberating through the concrete canyons. The aural phenomenon was quite fortunate, as this part of the city was particularly dangerous. 
 
 Footsteps sounded somewhere in the dense void in front of the man. 
 
 He took a long drag from the cigarette before flicking it into a nearby puddle, eliciting a sizzle from the water that accompanied his slow exhalation. 
 
 A figure began to make itself visible, merely an outline at first, but gaining feature with each step the individual took. The shadowy approacher appeared massive through the fog. Tom didn ’ t take his eyes off of the hulking mass. He inched his hand to his holster, firmly grasping the Beretta secured there. 
 
 The figure emerged from the mist, revealing itself to the man. It was a mutant, and although the creatures were typically known to be hostile, this one didn ’ t seem to have registered Tom ’ s presence. 
 It stared with blank eyes past Tom, something distant on its mind. The creature was massive, around six times the man ’ s size. He had never encountered one of the beasts before, assuming that the stories had just been exaggerated. Tom didn ’ t move a muscle, letting the mutant wander closer and closer. 
 
 The monster came within feet of the man, simply walking forward. It seemed as though its path would take it right past Tom, which he was completely fine with. 
 
 Tom shifted his weight, crushing gravel beneath his feet. 
 
 The mutant froze, ceasing to advance forward. It slowly turned its head, looking directly at the man. Its large, black eyes focused on Tom ’ s minuscule figure. After about a minute, the creature barred its teeth at the man, emitting a low growl. Tom tensed his body, sweat beading his brow. He was almost certain he was about to die. 
 
 Rather than attack, the creature continued to walk forward. Its steps rocked the ground around Tom, leaving him struggling for balance. He watched over his shoulder as the mutant continued down the abandoned street, disappearing into the fog from whence it came. 
 
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 I'll likely come back to this and flesh it out a bit; drafted it in a pinch.
