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Now as per popular demand " The End of Steve Burnside"
Steve ran through the labyrinth of tunnels, I can't believe how big this place is. As he passed through one of the hatch doors he found himself in an entirely different area than he had been in before. This room was huge, The columns supporting the roof stretched upwards 100 feet, far enough to keep their prey unaware of their presence. CLICK, CLICK……….. The sudden sounds startled him, What is that noise, its everywhere.
The snake-like tongue slowly glided just above the floor as Steve began franticly trying to find his way back out. As he tried so desperately to get out of that room he found himself
against a wall, out of frustration he slammed his hands against the wall. Then he felt something dripping on his shoulder, and as he peered up through the darkness the first tongue
grabbed his leg just below the ankle. Steve fell face first onto the hard concrete and broke his nose, he screamed as he was dragged across the floor. As his nails were ripped of by
the force, his attacker sank its razor sharp fangs into his leg, tearing off a huge chunk of flesh and muscle leaving part of the bone showing on the back of his calf. The next two
dropped down on either side of him, their huge talons slicing of his fingers as they landed. Their long tongues snaking around his arms, Steve screamed as they began pulling his arms
off of his body. The next fell onto his back shattering his shoulder blades, sending bits of bone splintering into his lungs. Steve was losing consciousness, it hurt to breath, but the
excruciating pain kept him awake. The next licker was so agitated by his screams that it began slashing at the offending noise. It's talons meet his face and throat, they cut through
the flesh of his face and embedded themselves in his lower jaw as the last claw sliced into his esophagus causing blood to begin pouring into his lungs turning his screams into
indiscernible gurgles. His sweet blood began spilling out of the wound at his throat as the licker ripped its claws from his face and began lapping up the pooling blood as Steve
Burnsides world faded into nothing. The licker in an attempt to gain more of his life blood wrapped it's tongue around his neck and pulled. The connective tissues slowly separating
as his head and spine began sliding from his body. The licker dragged it's prize back up the wall as his spinal nerves and arteries draped from his head like a clump of angel hair
pasta.