Sep 19, 2024
The air was thick and stale, overwhelmed by the stench of rot and mold permeating from the decaying walls of the hospital. They weren't empty, though- the sounds of something, be it an animal or 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙀𝙇𝙎𝙀, gutteral and echoing from the end of the hallway.
It was a figure-- almost human on the bottom but atop it's shoulders sat a large rusted helm. It loomed over an equally startling monster, dripping one of it's four legs as it wrestled the squirming and crying thing onto the ground. A loud THUD accompanied the stomp of a thick leather boot onto the poor thing's chest, and as it grew quiet the enormous helmet turns.
HE'S SPOTTED YOU.
