Drops of water were dripping from stalactites in the lonely dark cavern.
Lonely. There were no creatures. Only the cold hard rock and the smell of humidity. Not that it could be smelled, for there was after all, no living creature.
So? What did it take to be a creature? For at that very moment there was something. It was something slithered across the ground opposing what was commonly known about slime-like creatures. It was bloody, to be precise a lump of blood called Bloody.
Mistaking Bloody's figure was understandable considering it was hardly recognizable now. To accommodate its slithering it looked more like a chubby deep red gummy worm. Of course, this gummy worm didn't seem very appetizing.
Though if it was appetizing, one only stood to gain. Surprisingly, Bloody had at least doubled in size. The reason why there were no creatures became normal then. There were no survivors.
