( Narita Airport. Two of its six runways face straight into the Sea of Japan. It is the peak of the tourist season and the airport is crowded; likewise the shopping district that lies just outside. The roar of jets taking off over the ocean can be heard for hundreds of miles through the water. )

Zilla glides silently through the water, just beneath the surface. attracted to the unusual deep vibrations that flow through the water, curious monster nears the airport, unaware of the many smaller sea vessels that capsize and sink in his wake

( Most of those are small pleasure boats that are swamped by the wake your huge body creates on the surface. Their passengers bob to the surface, sputtering and confused and clinging to whatever wreckage they can. Most seem to think it was turbulence from the passing aircraft. Those who managed to catch sight of the vast dark shadow passing beneath them are powerless to warn any others, their radios waterlogged or sunk. The airport continues its business as usual, the terminal choked with humanity and planes lined up on the runways due to the many delays caused by overbookings. )

Zilla quickly reaches shore as the roaring of the many jet engines gets louder, fueling his curiosity he leaps up out of the water in a huge surge that follows him as he comes onto land, his sudden appearance sending waves of panic and chaos from the great wave of water to all those who can see the massive monster, while the countless others inside the many structures still go on their business, unaware of the danger

( a veritable tidal wave surges up onto the tarmac and crashes against the landing gear of some of the planes, collapsing them and leaving the aircraft tilting crazily. The water pools on the runways and reflects your towering figure, while your ominous shadow falls across the vast open field. Your keen eyesight can pick up the activity all over this place, the multitudes of little insects scurrying around inside the concrete-and-glass terminals, even some of them in a tower that rises almost as high as your knee. )

Zilla turns his head from left to right as he surveys the scene before him, the massive surge of water turning the order of the commercial jets, all lined up and ready to take off in turn into most hit by the water have been disabled. crouching forwards Zilla lets loose a dominating roar over his new found discovery, being used to the large cities the small human prey always builds he is surprised at what he finds here, walking forward through the rows of disabled aircraft he tramples a few as he makes his way over to the main terminal building

( The first airplane is stomped flat like a soda can as your titanic foot crashes down on it. The center of the fuselage is pressed into a flat sheet of metal, the nose and tail of the aircraft sticking crazily upward on either side of your foot. It maintains that shape as you step off of it. The second plane is caught by the top of your toes and tumbles over, its wings breaking off with laughable ease. As you bear down on the third it makes a sudden and surprising serious of popping noises. Brightly-colored escape slides spring up on either side of it. )

Zilla stops in mid step with a light gruff as he watching the silver tube below him come to life with activity as he looms over it, the ground beneath the large get shudders violently as the monster's next steps lands just a few yards off to its other side, crouching down to get a better look at what is going on with the silver object the escaping humans are greeted with the massive saurian head peering down on them, a few dozen manage to escape before Zilla closes his jaws around the middle of the jet and lifts the entire thing into the air

( The first passengers down the escape slide nearly run into your titanic feet which have suddenly come down in their path. They scramble and stumble, not knowing which way to go. Behind them, in the jet, the rest of the passengers pile up at the escape doors but are too terrified by the looming head of the monster to actually climb through. Another dozen or so tumble out of the doors and fall to their deaths as your jaws grip the plane just behind the wings and lift it into the air, turning it onto its side as your head rises. )

Zilla's massive jaws give the silver tube a little squeeze, testing the strength of his new toy, hoping that it isn't as fragile as most of the other objects that the humans always have around them, massive teeth larger than the humans themselves pierce into the thin metal right into the clog of tumbling people inside the place, far below though the terror and panic of those who escaped isn't over as the monster's massive feet stomp around as he idly adjusts his footing, unaware of the scattering people below or the smaller aircraft that just disappear beneath his tread

( Disappointingly, the aircraft is flimsy, its metal skin denting and puncturing as if it was a cardboard tube in your jaws. The tiny people floundering at your feet do not scream for long as you idly crush them, never even noticing their insignificant shapes down at your feet. A few more of the jets are popping, bright-orange balloons flopping out from their sides and tiny figures tumbling down upon them. )

Zilla's jaws shut completely, crushing the midsection of the jet in his jaws into scrap while the rest takes the long trip down to the ground as it falls, exploding into a huge ball of orange fire at his feet on impact, barely noticing the flames at his feet he watches all the commotion around him as all the other jets mimic the first that he destroyed, quickly stepping forwards he slams his foot down right into the nearest large jet near him, not particularly hungry today he'd rather feel the tiny insects and their toys pop beneath his feet

( the passengers streaming away from that jet shriek wildly as they see you raise your foot, and then your vast sole is moving over them. The sound ends in a thunderous BOOM as you step on the ants, their little bodies popping like tiny berries beneath your awesome weight. The aircraft shudders and rocks from the impact. More little bodies tumble down the slides, only to pile up against the side of your toe, which forms a wall at the very base. )

Zilla looks down with a low predatory growl as the spiderweb of cracks around his foot begin to fill with red, pleased with the sight he targets the jet next and sends his other foot right into it as he kicks the large plane, massive clawed toes impacting the wing and body of the plane, bursting the full fuel tanks as the flaming wreckage rains down on the mobs of other humans trying to escape their jets

( Military men and scientists may well debate the monster's actions for years, some calling it a territorial response, others confused hunting behavior. They will never be able to admit that the monster simply enjoys killing the human vermin that infest his world. The plane cartwheels violently, disintegrating and exploding into a bright orange fireball. A terrible chain-reaction is set up as the next plane in line explodes, and in turn destroys the one behind. Eight planes in all erupt in flame, a narrow line of fire that roasts the puny humans to ashes within its reach. The line divides what is left of the survivors into two groups. To your right is a disperse fan of tiny figures charging blindly out onto the open tarmac. To your left is a similar retreat, although those are heading for the supposed safety of the terminal. )

Zilla rears up to his full height for a moment to watch all the destruction he's brought into the little lives of his prey with a small kick, those insects running off into the empty tarmac don't make for much sport as they are too scattered and sparse, their deaths would just not be worth his effort, leaning back down to his predatory stance he makes his way towards the cluster of structures and the larger terminals instead, not noticing the dozens that he tramples on his way there. inside the buildings people run for cover as the ground shakes violently under them, most not panicking much as earthquakes are not a rare thing in their lives but soon a sense of dread falls over them as their earthquake gets stronger with a frightening rhythm

( the huge feet splatter the fleeing passengers into stains as you tread on them. Those who survive are left in your wake, beneath your notice with so many other playthings to amuse you. The terminal buildings have many large windows. It is almost like looking at a Habitrail, as little bugs swarm through the elevated tunnels and cluster thickly in the gate areas. A few aircraft parked at the gates put on their reverse thrusters and lumber backwards in a feeble attempt to escape before the monster reaches them. )

Zilla turns his attention to the largest jet in the area and with a quick motion he closes his jaws around the middle of its body and lifts it up over the glass structure, holding it there for a moment to give the countless eyes below a chance to see the source of the massive shadow that has covered them before he lets it drop, falling straight through the glass building it explodes on contact with the ground in a sea of fire completely filling the insides of the first terminal

( Many of those within never know what killed them. The last thing they see is a bright orange flash, and then their frail bodies are incinerated. The smell of roasting flesh fills your nostrils as the terminal is turned into a sea of fire, thousands dying in an instant. Those in the neighboring terminals and in the shopping district across the highway saw the whole thing, and their tiny brains struggle to deal with what they have seen. It almost looked like the monster did it on purpose, as if he deliberately slaughtered all of those people just for the fun of it. )

Zilla rears up again as he raises his foot right over the flaming wreckage, slamming his foot down with all his strength right in the middle of the flames, trying to stamp out the fire to see the wrecked buildings and little burnt bodies that must be scattered all over

( the giant's mighty foot rushes downward, crashing into the heart of the inferno with impunity. Its impact sets up a shock wave of air that literally blows out of the fire for fifty yards in all directions. Inside the blackened structure hundreds upon hundreds of charred bodies can be seen, some still slumped in chairs, others still holding the remains of luggage. Each one crackles and hisses, like chunks of meat just taken from a barbecue. )

Zilla looks down at his work and huffs proudly, looking around the area he spots a building standing taller than any other in the area, the control tower stands high over all the structures around it giving it the best view to guide jets as they land and take off and has given those air traffic controllers within the best seats in the house to the deaths of countless travelers, stomping heavily towards the tower Zilla makes his way straight through the next terminal building, trampling its feeble frame into scrap and crushing the countless more inside, those inside the tower have no chance of survival and only very few of them try to run

( indeed, what is the point in running? They can only watch as your immense legs kick through the terminal building, reducing it to smoking rubble with just a few casual steps. They watch too as those massive legs sweep closer and closer, the tower rocking and swaying with each thundering footfall. )

Zilla stops less then a step away from the towering structure, sure it is very tall and made for the purpose to give those within an unobstructed view of the entire airport but as the huge monster looms over it, its dwarfed into a small pile of play blocks, lowering his head down to the level of the tower he lets those inside get a good look at his snarling teeth before his jaws open wide and slam shut around the top part of the tower

( There is no movement inside as the puny beings within watch your gaping jaws rush closer. Huge teeth sweep past the windows. Then there is darkness, and then a violent shaking and crashing. Your vicious teeth shear through the tower's walls, biting it off, the intact upper part of the building pinned between your tongue and teeth. You can barely feel things rolling about within -- desks, computers, living bodies. )

Zilla rises up with the tower and the helpless ants within his jaws, tilting his head to one side the massive muscle of his tongue presses against the wreck of cement and humans in his maw, unable to chew but still not able to swallow it, the monster tries to crush the rubble down to smaller pieces, the tumbling humans inside pulverized into pulp against all the debris and the massive tongue

( the stump of the tower shivers as a long string of drool falls and splashes into the now-open ceiling of what had been a mid-level office floor. A staircase rises up and halts midway, and on its top step a pair of legs, bitten off with the top of the building. The concrete crumbles, steel bends as the muscular tongue crushes the building against the unyielding palate. Bits of concrete trickle down from between your lips, all that is left of the building that the giant monster seems to be..EATING. )

Zilla gives up trying to chew and just forces the rest of the rubble and pulped people down his throat, the building is much coarser and not nearly as appetizing as his puny prey that has a habit of building them, The monster flattens the left over section of the tower with his next step into a pile of broken rubble beneath his sole as he continues onwards, stomping across busy highway with little cars compressing underfoot while still more, unable to stop at their high speeds crash against the sides of massive toes

( The pulverized remains of the building and its inhabitants are squeezed down your throat, to tumble at last into your cavernous stomach. The familiar thunder of destruction arises again as you trample the remains of the tower into dust, and stride out onto the highway. Eight lanes of traffic skid to a wild halt as your feet press the unluckiest of drivers flat. The crashing of the remaining cars almost tickles, a near constant patter against your toes. )

Zilla pads into the town just across the highway, most of the structures in the area much too small for the monster to give them much notice as many are pushed aside by his massive legs and trampled beneath his awesome weight, small crowds of people in the streets begin to form as it is almost the last places for the death of the monster's soles to find them, Zilla finding it much more amusing to simply step from block to block without using the streets, the broken bodies still in their homes as his feet trample them flat giving him more pleasure

( The monster's deadly assault has left his victims with nowhere to run. His immense stride easily outdistances them with merely one step. Each step brings crushing death on countless screaming civilians, their bodies pulping within the wreckage, turning powdered concreted in a grim red mud mixed with pieces of their flesh and clothing. Even modest-sized buildings are turned into footprints, . )

Zilla comes across a wide avenue swimming with screaming people, all unsure of witch way to run as the monster makes with way randomly across the unlucky town, those very few that survive would later on swear a an impossible grin slide across the reptilian face as he kicked an immense foot through a storefront and over the thickest part of the crowd, letting it hover over their heads before letting it drop down on them with all his weight, toes spread most are crushed into red paste while some small crowds are trapped still safe for now between the canyon if his scales between his toes

( The colossal foot is the last thing many see, other than the scornful, savagely intelligent grin of the monster high above. They writhe despairingly beneath it as it hovers, the titan cruelly tormenting them with the sight of his crushing foot, flaunting his infinite power over them before stepping on them as easily as a man steps on a swarm of cockroaches. Like cockroaches they crunch juicily, pulping under your weight, the fleshy sole grinding them into paste. Those who were not directly in the path cower between your massive toes, trapped in the triangular canyons, some of them pinned by an arm or leg beneath a big digit. They can hear the agonizing sounds of human bodies crunching under your tonnage, and when they look up past the towering monolith of your leg, all they can see is that inhuman sneer. )

Zilla growls deeply as the weight of his gaze hits those trapped between his toes, slowly begins to get some distance from the titanic foot, so many gone in an instant beneath its massive sole, a few insects mad with grief and fear are left by the crowd, crying at the blood that seeps out from under the monster's foot, all that is left of those closest to them, the small crowd still between the giant's toes still are unlucky enough to be alive for their torment and Zilla's pleasure as the wall of scales around them slowly begins to close around them, pressing them into a tighter and tighter space, soon they are smothering each other before the hard scales press with enough force to start breaking the weaker ones in the group

( The screams rise anew as the mammoth toes begin to move together, sliding over the mush that is left behind from its victims. The trapped humanity scrambles between them, but inevitably are pressed between the scaly walls, trapped there for the monster's amusement. It is not enough for him to simply trample them. No...the beast sees fit to crush the little beings between his toes, a horrific illustration of just how worthless he views them. )

Zilla's massive toes close on each other and soon only a few are still left alive, trapped where there is just a slight bit of space at the very, Zilla feels the futile squirms while the rest of the bugs have been ground to mush he lets them live for now, not applying any more pressure he keeps his captives safe as he begins to walk towards the nearest in the retreating crowd, the streets far too narrow for him, one of his feet always steps through homes and businesses while the other brings a quick death for those too slow, the smothered captives between his toes hearing with brutal clarity the bodies of their neighbors broken and pressed to paste beneath the monster's weight

( the experience drives your little captives completely out of their minds. The human soul cannot withstand such horror. They writhe and jerk mindlessly between your giant toes as you hold them amongst the mashed remains of their neighbors. They are still alive, still screaming as they feel your foot crash through walls, feel the jarring thunder of your footsteps, and hear the awful crunch of bodies as more and more helpless people are crushed beneath your tread. )

(at which point, sadly, the dream ended. Perhaps to be continued!