Blood and Flint
An experimental horror scenario. Any feedback is highly apprechiated as I continue to polish it.
"The enemy's always watching," mutters Augustus darkly. "But they don't expect us to keep digging. That's our edge." He spits on the ground and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of blood behind.
"If we do encounter anything down here, what sort of besties should I expect? Any tips or idiosyncrasies I should know for dealing with them, or is a good blast to center mass enough to do the job?"
"Nothing's as simple as that," Alan says with a bitter laugh. "Some creatures are made of stone, others move through the earth like it was water. Some can only be killed by fire, some have minds that work in ways you wouldn't believe..." He trails off, gaze distant. "...But keep your eyes open, lad. Survival down here is about adapting."