We've learnt to leave the mountains alone. Digging there isn't just asking for trouble - it's asking for something utterly untouched by the sun to come and shred your skin like wet paper. Trust me, I've seen too many construction workers come in piece-by-piece with tales taller than any heap of rock could ever hope to be.
And yet, their bodies are covered in the proof of these creature's existence. Great chunks of flesh torn straight off, teeth caught up in jagged wounds, blurred photos and videos from their mandatory bodycams. In spite of this, the fools who owned the rights to build a tunnel insisted It Could Be Done And It Would Be Done... Eventually.
The news used to harp on about another unfortunate "accident" causing "delays" and doing everything they possibly could to pin the blame onto the workers and not the paper pushers sitting many miles away working out how many people they could afford to throw to the monsters before it cut into their profit.
All it took was one of the creatures getting loose and they had the whole county shut down for three months while it was hunted down. They tried to put it in a zoo which lasted for all of nine hours before the sedatives wore off and it dug straight through the concrete floor and headed towards the mountains again.
At least, we assume it headed there. Enough tremors were picked up by local seismometers that we can tell it went mountainwards... ish. There margin of error it about fifty miles wide and full of non-stop construction work for a new town that's in the works.
It's been smooth sailing so far but we're all holding our breaths, waiting for them to dig just a little too deep and come face-to-face with something as old as the earth itself and twice as gluttonous. For all we know they've met it already.
They have been awfully quiet these past few days.
And yet, their bodies are covered in the proof of these creature's existence. Great chunks of flesh torn straight off, teeth caught up in jagged wounds, blurred photos and videos from their mandatory bodycams. In spite of this, the fools who owned the rights to build a tunnel insisted It Could Be Done And It Would Be Done... Eventually.
The news used to harp on about another unfortunate "accident" causing "delays" and doing everything they possibly could to pin the blame onto the workers and not the paper pushers sitting many miles away working out how many people they could afford to throw to the monsters before it cut into their profit.
All it took was one of the creatures getting loose and they had the whole county shut down for three months while it was hunted down. They tried to put it in a zoo which lasted for all of nine hours before the sedatives wore off and it dug straight through the concrete floor and headed towards the mountains again.
At least, we assume it headed there. Enough tremors were picked up by local seismometers that we can tell it went mountainwards... ish. There margin of error it about fifty miles wide and full of non-stop construction work for a new town that's in the works.
It's been smooth sailing so far but we're all holding our breaths, waiting for them to dig just a little too deep and come face-to-face with something as old as the earth itself and twice as gluttonous. For all we know they've met it already.
They have been awfully quiet these past few days.
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