The flesh of the bulldog’s monstrous form was decaying, sloughing off and putrefying into a liquid slop over the span of seconds.
Been a while since we had a good ol’ flesh liquification in this story.
As the tissues connecting the bones disintegrated, they became loose, bending in place. Bitch was trying to get the ribcage apart before the remainder of the flesh collapsed in on the dog’s real body.
That would probably not be pleasant, if he’s alive in there.
Anything your bugs can do to help, Taylor? They’re probably not strong enough to do much about the ribcage, but maybe there’s something else.
“Found her,” I spoke into my phone as I hurried towards her, my rain boots splashing. “Yeah. Contact the others about meeting.”
Oh. She did go out. Fair enough, that was a hasty assumption on my part.
Wait, are we not hearing the other side of this phone call? Hmm. Is that because it’s not important, or because it is and it’d mess with later reveals?
I’m leaning towards the former, but it’s still suspicious. Wildbow hasn’t done this before.
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