Nansich couldn't breathe.
The monster was close enough now that he could see every grotesque detail—its rubbery skin shimmered with slime, and its tentacles writhed unnaturally, twitching with anticipation. The maw, those grinding, rotating teeth, opened wide as if it were about to clamp down over his entire torso.
This is it. I'm going to die. This thing's going to eat me alive. I'm gonna be torn to shreds, and no one will ever even find my bones—
His body went cold.
He felt the world narrow into one singular point: those spinning teeth. Everything else—his memories, his pain, his fear—just collapsed into that one moment of terror.
he.. he was going to die...
his grandpa woudl be left alone in thsi world...
Then—
Snap.
The alien froze.
Its body jerked as if something had gone terribly wrong. One of its massive tentacles lashed upward, convulsing. And then—
A hand emerged from within the monster's gaping maw.
A human hand.
