Investigate Test Subject 30

Danger may not be your middle name, but you have never let fear stand in the way of a good time. You return to the middle door in the hallway, the one containing the unidentified alien, and you gingerly slide open the bolt.

When you open the door you are surprised at the heat inside the room. It is nearly a hundred degrees and extremely humid, like a tropical jungle.

In fact, the room seems to resemble a jungle somewhat. It is much larger than you expected, larger than even seems possible, and it is dark and full of weird alien plants and vines that fall from the high ceiling.

You cautiously enter the room, surprised once again when the floor has a soft sponge-like quality and seems to be covered with damp patches of moss. Apparently, Dr. Philovibe has recreated some sort of alien ecosystem for whatever lurks within this room. Shaded orange lamps in the ceiling provide just enough light for you to see a few feet ahead of yourself in the creepy habitat.

You stumble along through the alien undergrowth and begin to notice rustling sounds as if things are moving in the vegetation, but you never see anything. When you hear a particularly loud thumping sound you turn your head just as you step forward. Your foot collides with the edge of a fallen tree of some sort and you spill into a tangle of vines.

As you struggle to free yourself from the vines you notice that something is moving near your feet! You didn't trip over a log, you tripped over something alive!

What you mistook for a tree is the undulating length of a giant brown worm. It seems to sense your movement and it rears up, towering over your tangled form. Its flesh is smooth and slick with liquid like an amphibian, its back a mottled brown and its underside a pus yellow color. It is segmented and fat, like a caterpillar but with a tapered shape more like an immense slug.

It turns its large end to face you and you fight back a scream as you see its hideous head. A mouth as big around as your thigh oozes pale yellow slime. Its head is ringed by a dozen small arms with fat fingers. It lowers its face to you and nostrils flare as it takes in your scent. It does not seem to have any eyes.

You don't know whether you should play dead or try to escape the vines and run.