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S HAWN S PEAKMAN<br />
bearing a scraggly beard.<br />
“Leave, Al,” Richard growled. “You too, Walker. Now.”<br />
“Letz git outta here, man,” Walker squeaked, his haggard pale<br />
face smudged with dirt, his drug addiction plainly marked upon<br />
him. “Dis place givin’ me jeebies.”<br />
“Shuddup, Wakkah,” Al said. “You a gurl or sumthin’?”<br />
“You do not know what you do!” Richard said firmly, moving<br />
to escort them back to the surface, a cold sweat springing up on<br />
his skin.<br />
“Whatcha doin down here then?” Al questioned, ignoring<br />
Richard and looking around. “Nuthin down here but big ole rats.<br />
Warmah though, spose.”<br />
Richard had almost reached them when the sharp scraping of<br />
claws against stone chased him through the air, followed by a low,<br />
reverberating growl. He spun, unsure of what he would find, his<br />
eyes probing the darkness ahead for the sound’s maker. It wasn’t<br />
evident; all appeared as it had for years. But the odor of new fog<br />
coupled with dewy grass, purple lilacs, and vibrant growing vines<br />
and trees filled the air, overwhelming the underground’s century<br />
of misuse, the precursor to what he knew was coming for them.<br />
The growl came again—nearer—painful to Richard’s ears<br />
with its implications.<br />
“Whatz dat?” Al warbled with fear, taking a step back.<br />
“Get the hell out, Al!” Richard yelled, his focus fixed on the<br />
tunnel before him.<br />
As his order echoed throughout the underground, he caught<br />
movement where the passage veered, a sooty smudge that grew<br />
impossibly large as it came into their tunnel.<br />
“Little man thingsss,” a deep voice snarled. Its features were<br />
still hidden by the gloom. “Where do you leave to?”<br />
“Nowhere,” Richard replied, planting himself between the<br />
creature and the two homeless men. “And neither are you.”<br />
A mewling hiss punctuated the air like released steam, a mocking<br />
laugh of self-assurance. Richard did not like it. The outline of<br />
the creature became more distinct as it entered the purplish light:<br />
broad shoulders and thickly muscled haunches, rounded head with<br />
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