The sound of Tommy's voice, now alien and grotesque, reverberated through the tunnel, sending a chill down Marcus and Sarah's spines. They backed away slowly as Tommy's body continued to spasm, his eyes wide and unblinking.
"What... what did he say?" Sarah stammered, her voice cracking with fear.
But Marcus didn't answer. He was too focused on the horrific sight before him. Tommy's body seemed to be disintegrating—his skin was pulling away, cracking open like dried clay. Something black and slick began to ooze from the cracks, crawling over his flesh like a swarm of insects.
"We need to run," Marcus finally muttered, his voice tight with fear.
But before they could move, Tommy's body jerked upright, as though pulled by some unseen force. His head twisted at an unnatural angle, his mouth gaping open wider than any human jaw should have allowed.
"They're hungry," Tommy rasped, his voice no longer his own. "And they want you."
Marcus grabbed Sarah's hand, pulling her back down the tunnel as fast as they could go. The air grew thick with the stench of decay, and the tunnel walls seemed to pulse with a sickly, organic rhythm. It felt as if the cave itself was breathing, waiting for the right moment to devour them whole.
Behind them, the sound of Tommy's body collapsing echoed through the tunnel, followed by the unmistakable sound of something slithering out of the darkness.
"They're coming!" Sarah screamed, her eyes wide with terror.