>>5382090Piling on you all at once in a mess of pale, gangly limbs, the mutants try to get at you with everything they’ve got. With absolutely nothing in their eyes, if there’s one thing that’s for sure, it’s that these mutants are no different than a bunch of zombies.
So much as you’d like to feel sorry for them, now is not the time nor place, especially when said mutants are trying to gut you.
One of them gets in real close– a mutant with large, white claws on her fingertips– and tries to make your face into fish filet, but you drive her right off of you with your free arm, flinging her body away like a rag doll.
The next two try to dogpile you, their color making them look like sewer sludge, but somehow, despite their shape (or lack thereof), their collars somehow remain tight around their necks. Their pouncing feels like you’re getting sucked into quicksand, and, while their viscous, sludgy forms try for all they’re worth to drag you down and suffocate you, the duo is hardly adept at managing their own forms. That’s why it takes little effort on your part to break free from the trap, leaping up to grab the overhead guard rails to regain your bearings.
Harpy-woman yelps as you’re suddenly in mid-air, the impact jostling her form as you grab hold of the guard rails from the above floor with your free arm. If not for the fact that the rails are made of some reinforced metal, both you and your unwilling hostage would certainly be plummeting back down into the bloodthirsty crowd.
Scanning the mutant moshpit below for Julia’s distinctive form, your crystalline friend seems to have gained a second wind, throwing around her assailants with absolutely brutal force.
“Stop wasting time with these guys!” You tell her from your comm, and why Julia didn’t take running as her first and best option is way beyond you. “We need to regroup with the others and get to Conduit quickly– just get on the floor above you, and I’ll meet you there!”
“Alright!” Julia shouts over the din– a din of fighting prisoners, guards, and orderlies on the floors above you. If not for the commotion back there, your group would have been noticed in an instant.
As she begins her deadly dance anew, you feel like you should just hop down there and grab Julia yourself, but, much to your dismay, a couple of mutants– a beetle mutant and a mutant with simple flight powers– come to the realization that they’ve been played for fools and are rapidly closing the distance between themselves and you.
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