Karen could feel something alien in her, something slimy that slithered. Faintly she found herself thinking about playing cards right. Then she felt a different alien presence and found herself thinking about shuddering if only she cared.
She pulled herself up short, finding she’d been rushing through the metal corridors of the storage space without any idea of what she was doing, where she was going, or how she got there.
Thing is, she did care.
She heard muffled laughter coming from a unit with its door ajar, followed by louder moans. Sex. Karen took a step closer, thinking it might be fun to watch, but tripped on something. Looking down, she saw a pink dress, skinny jeans, and rainbow sneakers scattered about the hall. They led from a big hole in the wall someone must have pried open. Something shiny sparkled out at her from behind the walls. She felt a slither and drew close.
Thing is, she did care.
Just behind the metal wall of the storage space was the original wall, elaborately wood-paneled from the 19th century. She noticed that a section of it that looked lighter and newer than the rest had been pried open too. Behind it was a huge, open cavern filled with a number of things including what looked like human bones.
Slither.
Karen did care, as she stepped closer. Clearly the shiny thing was not from the 19th century. It was a gun, with a silencer. She reached in and picked it up, hefted it. She didn’t know a lot about guns, but she could tell this one was loaded, new enough to be in good working order, and had the safety clicked off. What would it feel like to actually use it?
Slither. Karen did care.
The two voices were moaning faster now, rapidly approaching climax.
Slither. Slither. Karen cared because, she thought with a smile and a deliciously luxuriant shudder, those slithers felt so damn good.
