I Will Miss You
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaah. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,” the noise of a crying toddler echoed through the sinkhole. That sound cut to the most basic of human instincts, one that Turik had to suppress, to crush down from the catch in his throat until it was no more. Turik knew, as did any other local, that the wailing would not, and perhaps could not, come from a child. No, the wailing monstrosity was more like a cougar with a massive, mutant muzzle, and Turik had fallen through a sinkhole into its cavernous lair.