"God above! Look at the ceiling!! Something is sneaking up on us!!" Locke's terrified voice rang out, stirring instant commotion in the tunnel.
Flames burst from gun barrels, illuminating the dim tunnel, as bullets continuously hit the monsters, leaving spots of purple blood.
The monsters' actions were abruptly interrupted; their ferocious, gaping mouths and shadowy bodies lunged at them.
Charles wanted to make them all stop; these monsters clearly understood human language and possessed the ability to think and express.
No matter how they knew, at least they could communicate; if they truly were natives of the island, then whatever came next would be much easier.
But now he was a spider, with no vocal system; his green arm held tight, swinging violently with his harsh movements.
Seeing the situation turn chaotic, Charles bared his black mandibles and bit forcefully into the finger in front of him, injecting digestive fluid.
