As Rasputin and Middie tear at the chicken-thing, whatever was animating it leaves. The carcass falls to the floor with an unpleasant "splurch". The monstrous appendages melt into black goo, and after a moment, the meat itself turns the color of week-old rotting meat. The smell gets worse, but somehow also less scary. A "normal" awful smell.
In the kitchen, Mr. Bigfoot pushes himself up to a sitting position. He's alive, but not unharmed. He seems weaker than his visible injuries would suggest, as if the chicken thing somehow drained him of energy. "Dumb chicken," he grumbles.
In the other room, Jane seems to shake off the daze that had overcome her when she saw the chicken thing. She looks at the rotting chicken carcass on the floor.
"What happened?" she says, seeming to genuinely not know what just transpired.
"I..."
Before she can finish her thought, the sound of an engine revving comes from the front yard. Through the window, you can all see the pickup truck with the strange driver spin its wheels in the dirt. It backs up, away from the mailbox it ran into, then shifts gears and lurches forward onto the street. As it speeds away, you can all see a sign painted on the rear gate of the truck.
"Cavendish farms..." Jane says to herself.
"That's where Jim said he got the chicken from." Jane seems lost, like her mind isn't focused. Then she looks around at the darkened room.
"Where is Jim?" she asks to no one in particular.
OOC:
Still slowly plodding along...