They may have been tightly wrapped in thick sailcloth but they could still see us running from them. We'd padded the ground with sand and wrapped our feet in cotton and yet they always managed to find us. Even after we blinded them they still found us, though their blood trails made it a little easier to avoid them.
Whenever we thought we'd found a place they couldn't reach - a boat in the middle of a lake, a treehouse with the ladder hacked apart, an old zoo enclosure built for crocodiles - nothing seemed to stop them... only delay their arrival.
Somewhere along the line they managed to unravel themselves just enough that they could tie themselves together and climb pretty much anything by writhing about enough to hook a couple of limbs through. It was entertaining for the most part... until they made it to your side and began their mad sprint straight for you.
Whenever we thought we'd found a place they couldn't reach - a boat in the middle of a lake, a treehouse with the ladder hacked apart, an old zoo enclosure built for crocodiles - nothing seemed to stop them... only delay their arrival.
Somewhere along the line they managed to unravel themselves just enough that they could tie themselves together and climb pretty much anything by writhing about enough to hook a couple of limbs through. It was entertaining for the most part... until they made it to your side and began their mad sprint straight for you.
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