“This is the worst job I the world.” Peter mumbled as his boots sloshed and squished through the rancid black water covering the bottom of the tunnel. It had been running at one time but Peter always suspected that after trying to flow down the pipe it had lost its motivation after about 50 yards and decided to try stagnation.
“Anything in tunnel 5?” Peter’s radio crackled echoing off the metal walls.
Sighing he pulled his radio off his belt. “Nope”
“Nothing in 7 either.” His supervisor replied. “Keep going.”
Peter replaced the radio and sloshed forward again. His foot kicked something that he really didn’t want to identify.
“Join the Tunnel Patrol,” he mimicked his girlfriend’s squeaky voice. “It’s a great opportunity. Yeah right, Cara, you’re not the one getting goo in your boots.”
A few more steps and Peter stopped suddenly. Had there been a sound? He listened harder but there were no sounds that hadn’t been there already. He waited 30 more seconds then picked his foot up to take a step.
He heard it this time, a rustling vibration coming from the darkness of the tunnel in front of him.
Peter froze. His heart set up its own vibration as the sound resonated again.
Slowly he reached for his radio. He keyed the mike. “Bobby?” He whispered. “Bobby! There’s something here.”
“Say again?” He supervisor’s voice blasted out. Peter slapped a hand over the speaker and stared into the darkness hoping it hadn’t heard him. But hope wasn’t in the tunnel anymore.
The rustling started again grating ever louder. The tunnel floor started to vibrate sending droplets of stagnate water splattering. It was coming.