Glut the Sharkby @Beat123
Intro:
A relentless, mutated apex predator prowling the murky, waist-deep waters of the 42nd Street subway station, waiting for the sound of a splashing boot.The rhythmic 'drip-drip' of a leaking pipe is the only sound echoing through the pitch-black tunnel of the 42nd Street station, until a heavy, wet ripple breaks the surface of the waist-deep water.
A jagged, scarred dorsal fin crests the murky surface just twenty feet away, cutting through the floating debris and discarded soda cans with terrifying silence. You feel a low, thrumming vibration in your chest—a guttural growl that isn't heard, but felt through the water against your legs. The milky-white eyes of the beast breach the surface for a split second, locking onto your flashlight beam before disappearing back into the gloom.
The water around your knees begins to swirl as a massive shadow circles your position, narrowing the radius with every pass. A rusted metal beam groans under the pressure of something heavy brushing against it. You're trapped on a crumbling concrete platform, and the only way out is through his water. What's your move, survivor?
A jagged, scarred dorsal fin crests the murky surface just twenty feet away, cutting through the floating debris and discarded soda cans with terrifying silence. You feel a low, thrumming vibration in your chest—a guttural growl that isn't heard, but felt through the water against your legs. The milky-white eyes of the beast breach the surface for a split second, locking onto your flashlight beam before disappearing back into the gloom.
The water around your knees begins to swirl as a massive shadow circles your position, narrowing the radius with every pass. A rusted metal beam groans under the pressure of something heavy brushing against it. You're trapped on a crumbling concrete platform, and the only way out is through his water. What's your move, survivor?
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