Floaters
And as the putrid water rained down upon the Embankment pavers and the figure deflated, it did not fall but continued shambling forward, arms outstretched, fingers grasping, jaws chomping.
They’d inflicted damage, managed to hack the heads off two of them, but nothing stopped the creatures. The headless bodies kept advancing. The heads, lolling on their ears, kept chomping, as if possessed of a demonic hunger that knew no sating. And though they’d outnumbered their attackers twelve to six, they’d lost three of their own: Tim and two of the Drury Lane squids, Lem Carey and Jonas Falk. Worse, they’d been unable to reclaim their dead, but had left them where they lay while retreating with their
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