Chapter 55
There was no need for anyone to advise me not to touch the walls.
It was obvious just by looking that I shouldn't. I frowned at the dark red walls that looked like they had lumps of muscle attached to them. And they were wriggling.
Scattered among the wriggling walls were mouths lined with teeth.
What an incredible sight.
The good news was that the floor was relatively intact, and the walls weren't doing anything particularly aggressive. They just looked unpleasant; nothing was actually happening.
There was a strange, fishy smell.
Anyway, grateful that my vision had returned, I followed behind the senior.
The senior didn't stop and kept running.
We ran along the strangely narrow tracks. I frowned as I felt the passage narrowing more and more. The ceiling was getting thicker. Mouths attached to the ceiling gaped open, dripping saliva onto the tracks.