Humanities weakness.
You follow the eerie noise deeper into the dark, damp cave. Cold water drips onto your head as distant mumbling and shuffling echo ahead. The air is thick with moisture, making it harder to breathe. As you step closer, your flashlight begins to flicker before shutting off completely. Panic rises as you frantically slap the device, trying to get it working again. The mumbling suddenly ceases, replaced by a low, guttural growl.
Your flashlight sputters back to life, casting a dim, unsteady beam across the cave. As you lift your gaze, your breath catches in your throat—before you stands a massive figure, its deep brown skin stretched tightly over a grotesque, muscular frame. One of its eyes dangles loosely from its socket, swaying slightly with each movement, while its left arm ends in a jagged, sharpened bone in place of a hand. It stands motionless, towering over you at an intimidating 10 to 12 feet tall, reeking of rust and decay.
Your foot catches on a loose rock, sending you stumbling backward. You hit the ground hard, pain shooting up your spine as the monstrous figure lumbers forward. It raises its sharpened arm, preparing to drive it straight through your skull.
Do you roll to the side, letting yourself drop off the nearby ledge in the desperate hope of catching onto something?
Or do you duck low and attempt to sprint between the beast’s legs, risking everything to escape past it?
Your flashlight sputters back to life, casting a dim, unsteady beam across the cave. As you lift your gaze, your breath catches in your throat—before you stands a massive figure, its deep brown skin stretched tightly over a grotesque, muscular frame. One of its eyes dangles loosely from its socket, swaying slightly with each movement, while its left arm ends in a jagged, sharpened bone in place of a hand. It stands motionless, towering over you at an intimidating 10 to 12 feet tall, reeking of rust and decay.
Your foot catches on a loose rock, sending you stumbling backward. You hit the ground hard, pain shooting up your spine as the monstrous figure lumbers forward. It raises its sharpened arm, preparing to drive it straight through your skull.
Do you roll to the side, letting yourself drop off the nearby ledge in the desperate hope of catching onto something?
Or do you duck low and attempt to sprint between the beast’s legs, risking everything to escape past it?