Stumped

70.

"I just think it's unfair you said I couldn't take a job, but here you are on your day off your birthday taking a job." Simmons had left before Clarissa got there, he had told Gilbert he was going to file the proper job paperwork.

"When you're the boss you can be the hypocrite, until then we operate on Gilbert rules."

"Well I'll never be a hypocrite."

"You know Clarissa I hope to live long enough to see that be true." Gilbert put the bag he'd requested down in the grass. The left over remnants of bodies was confusing. He'd seen all manner of dead bodies, and remains, but he'd never seen partially digested pieces like this. The bag contained a jars of various sizes and types, each one would react to all kind of creatures Gilbert had run across, he hoped one of them would at least give him a direction. He tried twenty different solutions, none of them so much as gave any indication.

"Ok I'll bite what are you doing over there with your fun with chemistry set, other than making the air wreak like six kinds of ass."

"Certain creatures fluids when they interact with something they find caustic will cause a reaction, unfortunately whatever killed these people I haven't faced, or I haven't killed them with a chemical before."

"Well think of it like a scientist, what do we know? Its a creature that likes water right or at least wet environments, it eats people so probably a meat eater, but not all of them based on what's left behind, and it leaves a slimey goo behind when it vomits or shits them back out, what's that sound like to you?" Gilbert looked at the parts, looked at the water nearby, didn't see anything that had smoothed out the ground from where the parts were and water was and shrugged.

"Nothing."

"Not even like some weird word I'd struggle to pronounce?"

"I am 100% completely unaware on what could have done this."

"Well shit what do we do now?" Gilbert shrugged.

"I guess we build a bit of a blind and wait." Clarissa sighed.

"Maybe we could bait the creature somewhow."

"You volunteering?"

"No you said you were fishing right and this thing goes after fisherman so..."

"You want me to be the bait?"

"You are the boss." Now Gilbert sighed, her logic was unfortunately on point.

****

Night time was falling, Gilbert was fishing though his heart wasn't in it. He knew close by Clarissa was waiting with her bow and some other supplies. He just didn't like being out front not know what he was out front of. The fish weren't even biting anymore, another sign something bad was going to happen. Gilbert decided he'd just start singing, some religious song he remembered from long ago.

"Aren't you worried that'll scare the fish?" Clarissa and he had radios set up, he smiled at her question.

"Fish aren't biting anyway."

"Maybe what's out here isn't biting either?" Just then the water bubbled, the shape almost taking up the entire section of water where Gilbert was standing.

"Doesn't look like I'll be that lucky."