“Ca-caw,” I whispered because they were here for me and I was here for them. Something roared and it wasn’t moving slowly anymore – it was fast, fast, fast and its limbs were long and tipped with razor sharp claws, its teeth bared in a hungry smile aimed right at me. We were the same. Two feral creatures ready to roam these halls. My blood was pumping all the way around my body and the room was blue in the next blink. Blue means poo. And I was on a roll. No gnashers would gnash me.
I literally cannot.
