Evelyn hit the ground hard—but it wasn't ground.
It was flesh.Soft, sinking, warm.Like falling onto a giant tongue.
The darkness swallowed everything.Total, choking black.Not even the faint glow of the mirror-Evelyn reached this place.
For a moment, she lay still, afraid to breathe, afraid to move, afraid the tunnel would feel her heartbeat again.But the silence here was different.
Heavy.Wet.Close.
Then she felt it.
A slow movement beneath her.A ripple.Something massive shifting just under the flesh, like bones sliding under skin.
Evelyn forced herself to stand—her hands slipping on slimy muscle—when something brushed her ankle.
Soft.Cold.Clinging.
She jerked her leg away, stumbling—and her foot sank deeper into the flesh, which tightened around her like thick mud.
Panic filled her.Her heartbeat thudded—
And the ground reacted.
It pulsed upward, gripping her leg harder.Squeezing.Pulling.
Evelyn yanked herself free with a silent cry, falling back into the darkness.
That's when she heard it.
Not with her ears—with her mind.
Whispers.Dozens of them.Thin.Faint.Desperate.
"Help…""Please…""Don't let it… don't let it take…"
Evelyn froze.
The voices were all around her.Deep inside the fleshy walls.Echoing through the muscle like trapped souls.
She pressed a shaking hand against the wall.
Instantly—a face pushed up beneath her palm.
Human.Eyes hollow.Mouth open in a silent scream.
Skin stretched thin like paper.
Its lips moved—but no sound passed the flesh.
Evelyn stumbled back, gasping silently.
Another face formed.Then another.Pressed into the wall like bodies buried alive just beneath the skin.
Some crying.Some clawing.Some staring blankly at nothing.
All silent.
All suffering.
She backed away—but the floor rippled, bulging upward.
A new shape rose from it.Not a face.
A torso.
Then arms.Then legs.Then a head.
A person—or what used to be one—pulled itself up from the flesh like a half-dissolved corpse.
Its body sagged.Skin slipping.Eyes empty.
It reached toward Evelyn with trembling hands.
Not to attack.
To beg.
Its fingers brushed her wrist—and memories hit her like a knife.
A subway.A scream.A train door closing.Darkness swallowing them too.
She ripped her arm back, shaking violently.
More figures pulled themselves from the walls—each one partially melted, partially fused into the living flesh.Some missing limbs.Some missing faces.Some still wearing the uniforms of train staff.
All reaching toward her.
All whispering inside her mind:
"It… remembers… us…""Don't… let it… take you too…""Run… while you still have legs to run with…"
Evelyn backed away—
But the floor opened again, this time gently.
Not a trap.An invitation.
A soft, warm pull.
The voices screamed silently:
"DON'T—"
But Evelyn slipped—falling deeper.Sinking into another layer of the creature's stomach.
The last thing she saw before the flesh closed above her was a melted human face pressed to the wall—
Its eyes full of unbearable grief.