WWT: The Cave
Strange tongued tentacle monsters hypnotize a sexy jogger.
My ankle bled. Still, I went at it with the rock, trying to pry free this green amoeba as it slowly slithered its way up my leg. I screamed. The segmented things, transparently thin and like a palm-sized pillbug continued to shimmy up me. I made another ineffectual stab with the rock and to my surprise, the onrush of panic dulled. As though I had been drugged. I knew I should have still been terrified, but something switc...