KillThemAll
Mandalorian Waifu and Ian's Subway Sandwich.
He was dressed in a dampened formal
shirt and khakis. His military boots slammed heavily against the carpeted floor beneath him as
he turned away from the monster and back towards the maddeningly never-ending hallway.
Danny Rogers kept running, and running, and running. He felt the sharp and
angled pangs of pain piercing his mind as he continued his sprint. His lungs felt
like they were on the verge of collapse as the same shrill shriek that had been
tormenting him for the past dozen minutes resounded behind him, ever louder, ever
closer...
He looked back, the shadowy creature sprinting towards him on all fours. It pulled itself
along, as if it were injured, tearing away at the luxurious walls of the strange facility as
it propelled itself ever closer to the running man. The acute lamps that lit up the hall
were flickering and shutting off as the beast passed them.
This was it. He was going to die here.
"N-No, oh God, no," the man huffed aloud, collapsing onto his knees as he gasped for air and
stared back down towards the sickening pattern of the rough carpet beneath him. He
could hear it coming, and he could only begin to pray before the monster caught up to him...
The beast's long arms seemingly embraced him for a moment, and he let out a scream as he was
dragged across the same carpet he had been running on. The building around him seemed to decay
and melt as the lights in the hallway, all of them, died in one moment. The floor fell beneath him, and
small, snow-like spores filled the room as roots engulfed the ruins of the building and himself. He could only
whimper as the roots took hold of his arms, and the creature seemingly disappeared from behind him...
It was just another day in Montauk, Long Island.
Just another day...
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