He padded the corridors impatiently, with only a dim light overhead to guide his path. The floor was wet and sticky with a substance he dare not name. Pale irises were dilated with the fear that paralyzed half of his body, while the other half kept moving ahead almost robotically. Trembling fingers reached for his temple, then lowered to where the tip of his ear shell should have been, but was only met with the rough and irregular shape of what was left. The rest having been chewed and was now digesting in the belly of his anonymous attacker. His attacker had no name, no face, no eyeballs…no distinguishable human features….
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