Ambushed!

Nora and Brock headed down the dark and foreboding tunnel. The walked and they walked, but it seemed like this tunnel just wouldn't end.

"Geez, we've been walking for almost half an hour, and we haven't seen a single noteworthy thing," Nora complained.

"It has to end sometime. No tunnel is-Shh! Did you hear that?" Brock looked back behind them, and then ahead of them.

"Hear what? Don't scare me."

They both strained their ears, trying to hear something in the murky darkness. Then, a drop fell down from the ceiling and onto Nora's head. She instinctively patted her head. "Ugh, what is that? It's thick... Is this- is this spit?"

They both realised there was a direction they weren't looking at. They looked up, and several dozen white eyes looked back.

"Mmmrlgrlmrglmrgl!"

There was panic and everything was a blur. Somehow, Nora was caught in a net, and knocked out.

The last thing she heard was inhuman laughter.