He adjusted his position to see a little better, all concern about being caught as a stowaway forgotten.
The creature roared, unfurled its tentacles and tried to swat the shooting soldiers –
– and Biff saw teeth, rows and rows of teeth, going down its throat as far as he could see –
– and his throat went dry, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
The creature was the most horrifying thing he’d ever seen.
It seemed to have no bones, something Biff had never seen in a creature that large. And large it was; it would have easily filled the cafeteria he worked at, and then some. It also had at least twenty eyes over what he guessed was its head: twisting and turning, angrily locating each of the soldiers surrounding it, like some demonic, mutant octopus.
Its long tentacles writhed, hook-like barbs on the tip of each one obviously designed to catch its prey. The creature roared again, louder this time, spit escaping from its mouth and spraying over the soldiers in its path. Biff could see the soldiers writhe on its impact, as if the creature’s spit was poison, or acid.