What started out as an evening of drinks with old friends had somehow become a desperate bid to escape some kind of gargantuan warren that spanned the entirety of the town and possibly well beyond. There had been five of them sitting in the same pub they spent most of their university afternoons in and now there was only one.
She'd spotted at least two of the others on her way through the countless tunnels, flashes of familiar fabric and hair that she didn't want to stare too long at in case she broke down completely and ended up joining them among the countless other corpses that were piled up in every stained corner.
For now running was safer, running put more distance between her and the gnawing teeth that seemed to merge with the wall as if the warren itself was alive. Whatever attacked them in the back of the pub garden and brought them here was roughly the size of a full grown man, something that terrified her to think of.
Every new tunnel felt like she was making progress, every hint of fresh air spurred her on until she came to a central chamber, a well-populated central chamber whose inhabitants were currently in the midst of a feeding frenzy and had yet to notice her.
This would soon change.
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