We'd been hearing them for weeks whenever we passed by drains or roadside gullies, those whispered howls that reminded us all of drowning wolves, the faint glimpses of movement in the watery shadows. There was something down there and it was curious.
Our suspicions were confirmed when the bodycam from a missing sanitation cleaner was found washed up on the riverbanks some eighteen miles from his last known location. He'd been set to find a blockage beneath the police station and never came back.
The footage was fairly routine at first - he radioed in to his colleagues, reporting clear access over here and a potential problem for later over there until he found the blockage. It was organic, that much was certain, like a beaver dam only made up of tiny bones, clumps of hair and meat and then he spotted a familiar scrap of fabric poking out over the top.
As far as uniforms go, the city cleaners have a very distinct shade of blue that's meant to make them seem friendlier and easy to recognise therefore easier to thank for all their hard work. It also makes it easier to spot among browny-red debris.
He reported it as he climbed up the blockage, just to make sure he was seeing things and that the others sent out in the area hadn't slipped their mask off and passed out from all the toxic fumes in the air. One sharp tug and the fabric was freed enough for him to see all the teeth marks and missing meat on bloated arm that was very much not attached to anyone.
He cried out in shock and dropped the arm - both sounds were deafening. That's when the whispering howls picked up and the blockage started to get up, throwing him back and dislodging the camera. The remaining footage shows him running from countless stick-like limbs.
His cries for help die out slowly as he is overwhelmed by whatever's beneath the city.
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