The three men had walked for more than three hours, only one break throughout the whole walk. Chuck was falling behind the two, tired from this long trek. He was born a fisherman, not a hiker. His place was out in the water, getting food for his family. He looked at the two men and sighed. The only one he could blame is himself, he was the one who volunteered to come and there's no way he would complain now. He wanted to stay on John's good side, even if he could be an asshole at times, like earlier. He looked down at his watch. It will be dark soon he thought to himself as they continued their way.

They came upon a large cave and John was quick to declare that the cave will be their campsite. Hondo and Chuck glanced at each other worriedly but said nothing, not wanting to have John's temper flare again like it had earlier.

"It will make a good shelter if the weather decides to do a three-sixty on us." Stated John with a grin. The two said nothing in response. They both thought it was a bad idea since they didn't even check it first. If they did say something, it would just be a wasted effort. John was too stubborn to listen to either one of them.

They started to set up camp and once they finished, the sun was setting over the horizon. The three started a fire just as the temperature started to drop.

"So Chuck...Tell us a bit about yourself."

"Well there's nothing to really say. I grew up in Maine, I am currently engaged to my high school sweetheart, I became a fisherman to help my parents with food since they both have an illness that confines them to their house and that's it."

"What about kids?"

"Not yet, we will try after we get married and get settled."

John, who was listening, tried not to roll his eyes. He didn't need to take care of anyone and he was thankful for that. It would only slow him down. He announced that it was time to get some sleep. They put out the fire, got into their sleeping bags and fell into a fitful sleep.

John awoke to the sound of shuffling towards the back of the cave. He looked over at the other two sleeping bags and saw that Chuck and Hondo were asleep, so it couldn't be them. He carefully got out of his sleeping bag and grabbed a flashlight. he turned it on, pointed it to the back of the cave and stiffened. Bug-like eyes were watching him. An insect-like head tilted, as if studying him, mandibles opening and closing, grasping nothing but air. John started to slowly back up, the back of his foot bumping into Hondo, making him wake up, startled.

"John? what-" John quickly waved his hand at him, signaling him to be quiet. Hondo looked over and saw what he was looking at and gaped. He quickly shook Chuck awake and he stood up with him, slowly backing out of the cave. The thing started to scurry to them and the three booked it away and into the forest.

"What the hell was that thing?!" Shouted John.

"I think it was something that was believed to be extinct!" Answered Hondo.

"What?!"

"I think its name was Maganula or something like that!"

"Will you two shut up and focus on running?!" Chuck finally snapped. John growled but continue to run. They got to the lake they had found earlier and stopped, panting.

"S... So... we lost our stuff back there...what are we going to do now?" asked Chuck.

"We will wait until morning to head back. They might be nocturnal." Hondo answered. Chuck nodded before he went to the lake's edge and considered it. He turned around towards Hondo.

"So, we are just going to wait here?"

"I believe so yes." Chuck let out a small groan but said nothing. Unknown to Chuck, something was slowly lifting out of the water. It looked like a very thin spike that was attached to a small claw. It snapped forward.

Chuck could see the horror on his companion's faces and went to ask what was wrong until he felt a sharp pain in his back and in his stomach. He could feel blood bubbling up to his throat and past his lips and down his chin. He coughed and looked down and saw a spike sticking out of him. He felt himself getting lifted into the air, higher and higher. He looked over and saw two glowing yellow eyes staring up at him. He felt the spike being removed and he fell. He saw the moon and stars disappear before he was met with darkness.

John and Hondo could only stare in horror as Chuck was eaten by a gigantic lobster- or was it a shrimp? - that stood at fifty-five meters.

"Ebirah..." Hondo mumbled. He saw the confusion and John's face.

"It's the name of the "guardian" of the lake on this island. My parents told me stories about it." Hondo clarified. They saw Ebirah taking a step forward and the quickly ran towards the beach, the lobster coming after them. The two made it in record time and started to try and push the motor boat into the water. Ebirah bursts from the tree line and started to make its way over before stopping. It seemed to have sense something since it perked up. A low growling moan-like sound came from the sea, making John and Hondo look over and saw the water started to churn and foaming and a blinding white light started to flash before an orange and red stream-like beam burst from the churning mass and hit Ebirah in the face, making it screech in pain as yellow blood oozed from the newly acquired wound.

A torso slowly rose out of the water, water cascade down its muscular chest and arms. It opened its mouth and let out an earth-shattering roar, making Hondo freeze. He heard a roar like that, on an old film from nineteen-fifty-four. It couldn't be though, that creature was killed by an unknown weapon. The beast started to make its way towards Ebirah, the dorsal plates on its back flashing a crimson color, bathing everything in a fiery glow.

"Gojira...IT'S HIM, GOJIRA!"