Chapter 7
by 
Grif*end
What's next?
Inside the walls
Elan sat in silence inside the dark corridor, deep in thought. Everything had gone well so far. The slime had taken over the rats in his cell surprisingly quickly, even considering their size, and those rats had gone to infect more of their kind. Now he had a small army of furred creatures at his beck and call!
Well, not exactly... For the most parts, the rats would understand his intentions and act upon them. But thanks to the language barrier, he couldn't actually 'command' them or give them complex instructions. So now he set a plan in motion to recruit actual people to his side by using a mix of water and some bodily fluids to create a few fake potions. He then had the rats lure people to those vials, hidden in easy to reach but quite obscured places. But it was by no means a perfect plan, only one vial had been discovered so far. And there was always the danger that his potion would be used to track him down.
Still, it didn't like he had a ton of options. The half elf was a fugitive so he couldn't wander about and risk letting others see him. He also didn't have much confidence that he would be able to overpower someone. Not to mention, even if he managed to do that, he would need to somehow keep them restrained until the slime had taken them over completely.
He knew that waiting hidden in this secret passage was his best course of action for now. He knew that, and yet he couldn't just sit doing nothing anymore. His brain needed some form of stimulation or he was going to lose it !
He stood up and started pacing about the dark corridor anxiously. Was there really nothing he could occupy himself with without endangering his survival?