Empty chip packets rustled; cans crunched between sharp teeth. Lewis burrowed deeper into his stained seat.
He’d just wanted somewhere warm to spend the night, and an empty bus back at its depot had seemed like the perfect place.
Dripping warmth pressed against his back. Rough nodules scratched his skin. With a slow, slithering motion, the invader encircled his waist.
Lewis didn’t need to look down.
Beneath him, the seat rumbled. Its fabric peeled back, leaving a fleshy void. Hot, damp air erupted around him, heavy with the stench of rubbish and rot.
The tongue tightened its hold.
It retracted.
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