Martina had expected an empty pantry or rats eating all the food. Maybe a portal to Narnia. Anything but a tiny guy raiding the cupboards, staring up at her with wide green eyes.
She wasn’t really thinking about her actions while snatching him up. Her baseball bat clattering to the floor didn’t even register in her brain.
Crazy cannibal virus? I can live with that. But tiny dudes, seriously?!
He dangled upside down in front of her face. She was thinking what exactly one should ask a tiny pantry-raider when he surprised her:
“Put me down, damn you!”
Of course he speaks English on top of everything!
Martina wasn’t sure if he was naturally ghostly pale or just scared of her. This was a disconcerting thought, considering she was barely over five feet tall, baby-faced and hadn’t intimidated anyone over ten years old so far. But it seemed reasonable for someone six inches tall or so.
The tiny guy looked like any normal human, besides the