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A Den of Beasts
“What is this place?” She stopped to scrutinize their surroundings.
Thick organic walls swelled and contracted as if inhaling and exhaling, their soft tissue exteriors covered in a sticky moisture. Every few feet, a velvet red alternating with electric blue glow pulsated beneath puffy outcroppings. A shiny gooey substance spread across the spongy surface of the floor.
Angel touched the wall and then pulled back. A wet mesh substance, like fresh saliva, stuck to her black tactical glove. The moisture was like a mixture between spider webbing and dripping mucus.
She and her partner wore protective body armor that kept them safe from exposure unknown substances. The suits had an airtight headpiece that covered all but their eyes and noses. They wore goggles to cover the only exposed area of their bodies. She donned a black armored vest and a pair of loose fitting black canvas pants. Black leather combat boots with steel toes completed her outfit.
“I’m not sure, but this cave seems very much alive.” Terence’s assessment of the obvious made her smirk.
“Come on, we have a job to do. Let’s get to it.” She gulped down whatever courage she could. He was right, though. The cave itself felt like a living, breathing organism. A stench of horrible death hung in the air too.
