We'd lost the damn thing up on the mountain. We'd been transporting it to be 'humanely destroyed' when Chambers lost control of the car and we'd spun off the road, the car overturning and leaving us both unconscious.
We'd both come round some hours later, me with a gash on my forehead courtesy of the dashboard. Chambers had a broken wrist. A pittance compared to what we'd unknowingly unleashed on the countryside.
Out there in the darkness it roams. A pale, hairless beast. A semi-formed human. And now it's gone, and God help anyone unfortunate enough to encounter it.