Chapter 92: Let’s do the tunnel

Chapter 92: Let’s do the tunnel

Darkness. Total, oppressive, crushing.

Mason’s mind felt split into two parts: 1) conscious and practical, telling him he would need air and had to try and shift and dig and do something to get out of the sand; 2) Panic. Total, animal, panic.

He was buried alive. He was trapped beneath God knew how much sand and rock under the ground so far he'd fallen down a hole for several seconds to reach it. There was no escape. There was no chance.

Shut up and move!

Mason turned his head and wiggled his shoulders and his hips. It wasn't over. Not yet. Apex Predator once let him breathe water. Would it let him hold his breath forever? Adapt to the earth like a worm? He saw no ghostly text, no sign of an imminent save.

Think and wiggle. Wiggle and think. He clawed at the earth with his fingers, he pushed at it with his feet. How long it went on he wasn’t sure, but he only had so much air. With his tremendous physical stats and his powers maybe he had a lot, but not unlimited. And Streak and Carl would have less. Maybe much less.

Finally Mason activated Speak with Nature, and prayed.

[Come to me], he called in every direction. [Come to me and I will feed you.]

He had no idea what, if anything, would come. But he knew he might be feeding them with his corpse.

He activated Predator's Strike and tried to chop with his hand and felt it clear a little room. It wasn’t much of a victory, but it was something. He reached out with his senses and could still feel chittering—more insectoids out there somewhere working at the earth.

Time soon began to lose meaning. Had it been seconds? Minutes? He honestly didn’t know. All he wanted was to move, to take a breath, to open his eyes. He rammed his partially free arm and hand over and over into the clearing space, a battering ram pounding an impossibly thick gate. Every strike seemed to compact the earth more and more, and soon he was smashing something like hardened clay.

But his fist would heal. He had to get out. However desperate he was the others would be worse. Predator's Strike re-charged and he dug with his other arm, trying to bring them together. Forward or back? He had to go forward now. But maybe once he was free he could dig out his friends.

His senses felt more than chittering now. Something rumbled in the earth, displacing dirt like a drill as it spiraled straight down at him.

Yes! Come on, he thought, attack me. Chew me a hole. I'll heal the flesh and blood but I can't heal my way out of this dirt and I can't regenerate Streak.

He soon got his wish. The rumbling turned into a crash as something dropped into their tunnel, thrashing and shaking the ground until Mason felt his body loosening. He pushed, and pushed, screaming as he finally rose from the dirt and gasped his first breath.

"Mason!"

He blinked and tried to clear dirt from his eyes, seeing what was maybe Carl hacking at mostly trapped and buried insects. Then the older man was grabbing him and pulling him free.

"Streak," he managed, after spitting a mouthful of gritty, chunky saliva.

The wolf crawled up his dirt mound and barked, seemingly not a speck of dust on his fur.

"It just hit you and the creatures in the tunnel," Carl explained. "We were safe enough back in that room with the pool."

Mason didn't have enough sanity left to express relief. He just sagged to the ground and tried to breathe, mumbling a thanks as Carl took a rag and water and started cleaning his face.

"There's something..." Mason choked. "Something close. It burrowed past. Shook me loose."

"Haven't seen anything." Carl said. "Are you sure?"

The tunnel opened into the room previously filled with bugs, this one near identical to the ‘pool room’ they’d found before. This time, however, instead of a big green pool of ooze, there was a cluster of white, almost translucent eggs.

The larva could be seen inside, and to Mason they didn’t look like mini versions of the insects he’d been killing. They looked like worms.

“Wonderful.”

He stepped forward until he could see down the two new attached passages, but didn’t hesitate long. He smashed the eggs, doing his best to avoid the slimy contents spilling everywhere. Streak went to start eating the larvae, and Mason held him back.

“I don’t remember what the hell that space movie was called, but I don’t think you want a belly full of worms.”

Streak whined and licked his lips with pouting eyes.

“You mean Alien?” Carl whispered. “They have to like, implant themselves.”

“I don’t know what it’s called, would you eat those fucking things?”

“Well. No.” Carl scratched his chin. “But I wouldn’t eat shit either, and my old dog did that.”

“Just don’t eat worms!” Mason hissed, then looked down the corridors and sighed. “Left,” he muttered, “always to the left.”

Left turned into another, winding, even narrower tunnel that soon had Mason crawling on hands and knees. He grunted and cursed as he scraped along with his bow and bags, feeling more and more claustrophobic with each second, like the roof would collapse at any moment.

Then it did.

The softest sound of falling sand, then a wave of dust blowing down the tunnel like fire in a movie.

“Back!” Mason shouted, doing his best to turn around. “Go back now!”

Streak turned and sprinted, trampling Carl against the tunnel wall. The older man had hardly moved and Mason was growling in frustration as he raced on hands and knees straight at him. Then the older man just vanished, and Mason went straight through.

Dust swallowed him and blew out into the room, but he reached the end and dropped down without getting buried again. Carl and Streak were waiting without seeming all that concerned. Mason closed his eyes and breathed.

“Always go left, he says. That’s how mazes work, he says.”

“What’s that?” Carl swatted at some dust and ducked down. “Shall we try the other tunnel, then?”

Mason glared, then noticed Streak was eating the worm eggs.

“Oh for. God damnit, Streak.” He groaned and got to his feet. “Yes, Carl, we’ll try the other tunnel. Are you ready, or would you like to join the wolf there and have a snack?”

Carl paused, like he was seriously considering it, then winked.

“Let’s do the tunnel.”

Mason refrained from smashing his nose.