It never occurred to you that the spider-like fleshy beings might have been human once - let alone children and yet there one was, trying to ride a bike with a body that was simply not meant for it. The sight was almost enough to make you feel pity for it, were it not for the fresh blood splattered all over its pulsating body... that spoiled things a bit.
You knew the spider-things killed people with the venomous tips on the end of its limbs that definitely didn't remind you of fingers right now. You knew they signalled to each other and coordinated their hunts in a way that was totally dissimilar to the games of tag you played as a kid. You knew that their bodies looked a little bit like two or three people smushed together and yet you didn't connect the dots until now.
From your vantage point in the attic of a nearby house you watched as the little spider-thing finally managed to arrange its (or was it their?) limbs so that they could ride the bike along, chittering and gibbering away as it cycled towards the centre of town, driving over human remains with gleeful squeals.
You knew the spider-things killed people with the venomous tips on the end of its limbs that definitely didn't remind you of fingers right now. You knew they signalled to each other and coordinated their hunts in a way that was totally dissimilar to the games of tag you played as a kid. You knew that their bodies looked a little bit like two or three people smushed together and yet you didn't connect the dots until now.
From your vantage point in the attic of a nearby house you watched as the little spider-thing finally managed to arrange its (or was it their?) limbs so that they could ride the bike along, chittering and gibbering away as it cycled towards the centre of town, driving over human remains with gleeful squeals.
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