EPISODE 51 – THE CREATURE IN THE FOG
The first thing that registered was the smell.
It wasn't the kind of stench that made you gag immediately. No, this was more sinister. It crept in slowly—wet, coppery, like rotting seaweed soaked in blood. It lingered in the nose and clung to the throat like a film of mold, refusing to be exhaled. Even the thick respirator mask the man wore barely filtered it.
He ran anyway.
Boots slapped across stone, splashing through ankle-deep puddles that had collected in the uneven crevices of the cave floor. His pulse pounded in his ears, nearly deafening him to the chorus of inhuman sounds behind him. Echoes bounced back at him from every direction, disorienting his sense of distance. The cold air bit into his lungs like knives with every breath he took.
But it wasn't the pain or exhaustion that made his face twist in horror.
It was the silence.
