"God above! Look at the ceiling! Something's sneaking over!" Locke's terrified voice rang out, causing the whole tunnel to erupt into chaos.
Flames from the gun barrels lit up the dim tunnel. Bullets slammed into the Monsters, leaving splatters of purple blood.
The Monsters' writing was abruptly interrupted. The twenty-some creatures bared their savage, gaping maws and launched themselves at the crew, their bodies blurring into afterimages.
Charles wanted to make them all stop. These Monsters clearly understood human language and were capable of expressing thoughts. No matter how they learned it, at least they could communicate. If they were truly the natives of this island, then whatever came next would be much more convenient.
But he was currently a Spider, with no vocal system whatsoever. He was clinging tightly to a green arm, getting flung left and right by its violent movements.
