Three o'clock AM, 2.5 miles outside Star Lane compound.
Tolub scrambled through the darkness, feet stinging, sweat-matted hair pasted across her face, shoulder strap from her bulky satchel digging into her flesh. The stunted corn stalks cut up her arms like razors with their leaves as she tore through the field. By her side, 7oby raced along on all fours, so close to the ground that she looked like a bizarre, hairy lizard. Tolub's cuts were bleeding badly, and 7oby constantly stumbled from the lack of sleep and food. Her wounds weren't very deep, but the fact that they were etched into her limbs with acid made them burn like hellfire.
The two tore through the field at breakneck speed, staying only inches apart for fear of being lost in the withering crops, and meeting their death. Not too far behind, the enemy entered the field with all the subtlety and precision of a nuclear explosion.
The creature was from a fairly new batch, under the title "Executioner." It was eight and a half feet tall, and weighed nearly a ton in its armor. It had iron spikes for teeth, but its mouth wasn't on its face. Instead, the creature's maw stretched from its throat down to its abdomen in an oblong diamond shape. Where there should've been eyes, two deep-set, hollow sockets had been chiseled out of its face. From out of one hole, a single yellow spot of light searched out 7oby and Tolub
7oby picked up her pace, crashing through the stalks, desperately trying to lose the pursuer, and wound up almost losing Tolub. Bipedal locomotion had never seemed so slow. Heart hammering in her throat, the Violettan desperately tried to keep up, tripping, grappling at the air and leaves in front of her. Her heart hammered in her throat, drumming along even faster than her own feet.
They didn't need to look behind them to know that the Executioner was catching up. Its massive footsteps shook the ground as though it were stomping through a minefield. Each step grew more powerful, crushing decent portions of the cornfield, rattling 7oby's bones and almost knocking Tolub flat on her face as the creature closed in.
There has to be somewhere to hide. Tolub racked her brain as she nearly made a fatal stumble over a few rotten ears of the crop. She was carrying their food supply for a week in a satchel. 7oby had a rusty first aid kit strapped to her back. They hadn't come to raid a jail/mad science lab for supplies and then get eaten by one of the experiments. They had to survive.
Up ahead, something kept interfering with Tolub's echolocation. It might've been those giant mountains of trash that they'd passed on their way towards the compound before
or it might've been another experiment ready to surprise them with a couple spears to the face as soon as they exited the field. Either way, they had to keep running. There was enough scrap metal in those heaps to disorient the monster and interfere with its X-ray vision. It would be safe enough, if only for a moment
Tolub felt less and less stalks reiterating her sonar, she could hear a clearing up ahead. It was a huge pit in the center of the field, and there were heaps everywhere
Having no nose, it was a problem for Tolub to try and identify hiding places by smell, but 7oby knew something was wrong
and she came to a screeching halt right where the field ended and the clearing began. Right on the edge of the pit, she teetered and hissed.
Her friend watched soft flares of white gleaming inside her ribs. Tolub was watching her companion's body temperature drop with horror. Apart from echolocation, Tolubnae could only see the world in brief flashes of colors and shapes made only from the heat of other creatures or objects. Whatever she couldn't really see right now, she could tell it was bad. She fingered the edge of the pit with her bloody toes, filling the cuts and caking them over with dirt. Behind them, the Executioner crashed through the field, massive jaws opened wide to gulp them down alive.
Tolub's gut pulled itself up into a knot as she leaped forward, trusting sonar to guarantee a clear landing. She heard 7oby yowl behind her as she began to scramble through the pit, frantically searching for some solid objects to hide behind. She wouldn't know until later, but her companion was suffering from the horrible stench that the piles emitted. There was such a pungent smell of decay and unspeakable filth, such a foul odor, that 7oby had to wrap her face up in the collar of her coat to avoid gagging as she sought out her very fortunate, noseless and eyeless friend.
The monster was pounding its way towards them again, the almost nuclear body heat growing ever stronger. Tolub and 7oby huddled behind a particularly large pile together, wounded feet sinking into the foul earth, trying to control the loud panting from running.
The ground still rumbled, but it wasn't so intense now. The Executioner was paying close attention. Something was wrong here. Tolub felt its muddled heat, dancing in orange spears and flames through its awkward, pyramid-shaped build. Suddenly, a knife of violent red shot straight through its forehead. It was angry
He can't see us! Tolub silently cheered, relaxing her frame against the reeking shelter, feeling her jangling nerves come down a notch from the adrenaline. Her wounds were burning furiously, more than likely because they were infected. They'd certainly need more than 7oby's first aid kit by the time they got back to camp
The ground rumbled softly. 7oby's body heat registered as a series of pale yellow smears on her limbs, face, and belly, while everything else showed up grayish-green. Tolub tried to scuttle closer to her friend, feeling her way over. Her hands sank into something soft, rotten, lukewarm, and definitely organic. To her left, 7oby gave a strangled mew of disgust. She pulled her hands back and tried to crab walk over to her, trying to stay silent, but one foot punched a hole in something round and sticky
a melon? Melons didn't feel like they were filled with noodles, though.
"Tolub," 7oby said under her breath, catching her friend by the arm. "They're dead."
"They're all dead."
Tolub felt her feet sink further into the ground; felt her already burning skin crawl as it brushed against matted hair and masses of slashed, rotting flesh.
A spike of orange suddenly shot up on the other side of a pile to the left. The ground stopped shaking. Something was terribly wrong.