Мгла
The Storage Area. Problems with the Generators. What Happened to the Bag-Boy.
Olliemadeaveryshortglottalsoundofsurprise-uk!Thetentacletaperedfromathicknessofafoot-thesizeofagrasssnake-atthepointwhereithadwrappeditselfaroundNorm’slowerlegtoathicknessofmaybefourorfivefeetwhereitdisappearedintothemist.Itwasslategrayontop,shadingtoafleshypinkunderneath.Andtherewererowsofsuckersontheunderside.Theyweremovingandwrithinglikehundredsofsmall,puckeringmouths.
Normlookeddown.Hesawwhathadhim.Hiseyesbulged."Getitoffme!Hey,getitoffme!ChristJesus,getthisfriggingthingoffme!"
"OhmyGod,"Jimwhimpered.
Normgrabbedthebottomedgeoftheloadingdoorandyankedhimselfbackin.Thetentacleseemedtobulge,thewayyourarmwillwhenyouflexit.Normwasyankedbackagainstthecorrugatedsteeldoor-hisbeadclangedagainstit.Thetentaclebulgedmore,andNorm’slegsandtorsobegantoslipbackout.Thebottomedgeoftheloadingdoorscrapedtheshirttailsoutofhispants.Heyankedsavagelyandpulledhimselfbackinlikeamandoingachin-up.
"Helpme,"hewassobbing."Helpme,youguys,please,please."
"Jesus,MaryandJoseph,"Myronsaid.Hehadcomeoutofthegeneratorcompartmenttoseewhatwasgoingon.
Iwastheclosest,andIgrabbedNormaroundthewaistandyankedashardasIcould,rockingbackonmyheels.Foramomentwemovedbackward,butonlyforamoment.Itwaslikestretchingarubberbandorpullingtaffy.Thetentacleyieldedbutgaveupitsbasicgripnotatall.
