Slither

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With a sudden flick, whiplike, three of the worms reversed direction in the sewer and sped towards Matt’s hand. They were at least eighteen inches long, like snakes, as fat as his wrist, dead straight and as swift as arrows. They looked just as dangerous too, their skins glowing with a weird beautiful luminosity even under the glare of the lights.

Matt had been groping around in the sludge for the light meter he’d dropped. Before he was able to pull his hand out of the water the first worm’s teeth bit sharply into the ball of his thumb. He staggered back, gasping with shock at the pain.

It didn’t let go. It didn’t even curl or wriggle. Those sharp teeth held him vice-like, tightening.

He tried his best to straighten up on that slippery, narrow ledge where he was perched but he was too tall. The buttress curved forward as it met the vaulted roof of the sewer and there wasn’t enough room for him to stand upright. Around the foot of the buttress three deep streams of effluent met together, swirling and foaming. One false step and he’d be in it up to the knees. The other worms, four of them now, had already gathered there, waiting for him.

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