Beware the Slime

by Chridy

Waking up on a beach with no memory and no sign human life, Alex sets out to find a way home through a land seemingly empty of civilisation. But as time goes by, Alex discovers that there's more to this world than meets the eye and that some places should remain lost, some doors should remain closed and some words left unsaid.

36. Day 1193-ish

We've sealed the entrance. Now only the clock indicates the passing of time. When I stand on the wall, the circle of light from our last stand extends out into a roiling sea of black and green, the Slimes constantly moving towards us - no more attacking from the west now, they're attacking from every direction. I haven't worked up the courage to try the poem yet, I don't know if it will work or if it will just make things worse.

I've also activated the self-destruct in the tunnels below the city, flooding them with lava to incinerate anything that might have made it down there and tried to come up below us. There's no-one else out there to use them, so there's no point leaving them open. If anyone was sheltering in them, well, it's a quicker and easier death than the Slimes offer.

I think the worst part of this is the silence. Apart from the

"Splat. Splat. Splat"

of the Slimes hitting the ground and walls, and the

"BOOM. BOOM. BOOM"

of whatever's coming, they don't utter a sound. They don't scream, they don't curse, I'd even take moaning if it stopped the infernal splats!