"This is… traces from the first wave." The fox, silent so far as if afraid of attracting attention to himself in this place, speaks to us as we horrifying stare at what fills the room we have stepped in.
"This is… what is this? Is organic?" Ethan says as we take a closer look while approaching the thing, the black mass covering the floor, walls and ceiling, crawling its way up and around, and while narrowing my eyes I see that it is actually… pulsating, like a vein without a skin, black and goopy, exposed roots oozing venom…
"First wave?" I ask as I step closer, unsure of what I was looking at exactly even with my owl vision.
"Yes… it did not start off like this, not at first at least… it was very subtle, when no new life germinated…" I do not understand what he means at first but have a really good idea next as I make sense of what is in front of us, beyond all the pulsating blob.
