Luger's world convulsed.
One second, he was drowning in a throat of tar, teeth and eyes, suffocated by the stench of ancient rot and ozone.
And the next...
-SPLAT.
Luger was ejected from the maw like phlegm, slamming into the damp earth with a bone-jarring thud that emptied his lungs instantly.
He scrambled backward on his hands and knees, crab-walking through the dirt while hacking up globs of neon-violet slime that burned his throat like acid.
Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the mucus and the mud, blinding him as he flailed wildly against the darkness, his fingernails digging into the rotting leaf litter in a desperate bid for traction.
"Gah! Haa… Haa…"
His heart hammered against his ribs with a violence that sent phantom pains shooting down his left arm, mimicking the onset of a coronary.
Frantically wiping the slime from his eyes, blinking rapidly to force his dilated pupils to adjust, he found the alleyway was gone.
