Slugs: A Story

Chapter 8

Bill the policeman crashed through the forest for a little while before he got tired and flopped onto the ground for a for a few hours. Eventually he decided that he needed a drink and got up to face the world again.

"Um," he wondered out loud. "Which way did I come from?"

Bill turned around, completely ignoring the marks that his feet had made on the way there. He struck off deeper into the forest.

His feet crashed through the brush and bracken, making such a racket that nothing else could be heard. Whenever he encountered an obstacle, instead of thinking hey, you know, that wasn't there on the way here, Bill just walked through it, making yet MORE noise.

So, of course, he didn't notice the growling.

Well, at least for a while. He did eventually realize that something was amiss.

Bill stopped for a moment to catch his breath, which was when he began to notice that things were making noise when HE was not.

With a primordial growl a felshconsumius burst forth from behind a rock. Bill screamed and simultaneously jumped backwards in fright. The beast lunged again, causing him to lose his footing and fall to the ground. The monster reared up on his back and knashed his teeth together in hunger. Wildly Bill grabbed a stick and repeatedly beat the slug over the head with it. It screeched and fell over.

"Well," bragged Bill to himself. "That was EASY."

Then the other slugs attacked him from behind.

He felt a sudden stabbing pain on his backside. With a shock he realized there was a gelatinous substance on him. It was weakening him, killing him from the inside, just like Wilson and all of the other victims before him.

A slug jumped from the side and bit off his arm. Bill screamed in terror, struggling frantically to stand up. Miraculously he was able to and took off crashing through the brush. He could hear the breathing of the slugs and the chomping of their razor sharp teeth as the monsters tried to jump on him.

Thankfully he was able to run faster then them.

After a while it occured to Bill that he was not being followed any longer. With a gasp of pain from his arm hole he plopped down onto the ground. He tested his bleeding arm socket with a tender hand. Bill winced.

"My... my arm..." he thought hazily, and then passed out.

. . .

As he was unconsious the felshconsumius made their way over to where Bill passed out. Not sure if their prey was dead or not, they waited until he woke up.

felshconsumius maxinmus enjoy their prey alive.