It didn't see us on the bridge, the bright lights and sharp sounds of the city were far more interesting so we stayed crouched down low as several colossal ridged dorsal fins slowly swayed their way towards the shore. I'd always heard that oar fish were where the old tales of sea serpents came from but seeing the real thing in the flesh made me wish it was something as small as an oar fish.
We couldn't see its face from where we were but we were just as deafened by the sheer amount of water that came cascading down as it rose and rose and rose until it towered over everything and even started to lift the bridge we were on. Some people chose to run at that point, darting for either end and right into the chaos of a city trying to escape the inescapable.
A few of us stayed put, huddled towards either side in case it rose up even further and broke the bridge in half, at least the edges would stay standing, or so we hoped. We continued to hope and pray as its head darted down, snatching up dozens of people and throwing them to the back of its mouth before descending on the next terrified cluster.
By the time it was satiated it was morning and the city was silent, the lights dim against the sunlight and the great serpent slowly sunk back down, managing to turn around before heading back out to the sea as if nothing had ever happened. We were left a handful of survivors burdened with guilt and the knowledge that if this was real, what else was out there?
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