Urban Underground Unloosed by Aribella Lafleur

With all my haute couture lost to the desert winds and my fashionably-challenged Sherpa crew looking like dishevelled vagrants, it was high time for a shopping expedition. To my shame, I was forced to don an outfit that had been (gasp!) worn once before. My enthusiastic attendants displayed their excitement for intensive retail therapy with loud groans, accompanied by the occasional moan and sullen expression.

Amid much dragging of heels we headed to a questionable store proposed by one of my team and warily descended to its suspicious underground location. Upon entering the warehouse nothing seemed amiss. However, while browsing through the clothing I suddenly felt the prickling sensation of being observed by an unseen eye, or several. I looked around for hidden surveillance cameras or IRS agents, but could not spy the cause of my unease…

Shrugging off my apprehension, I rejoined my band of bored bargain hunters.

With our usual luck, we found ourselves strolling directly into a thrashing throng of outstretched limbs connected to the drooling, fang-filled oral cavities of a beast which had obviously never heard of dental hygiene. Whilst writhing in the grip of the malformed organism (frightfully close to its rank, decaying incisors), I noticed the slivers of bone and flesh caught between its teeth. Immediately, I unlaced my boot and began using the cord to floss the detritus from the monster’s closest maw. Giving a sigh of obvious relief, it dropped my crew and leaned towards my ministrations. Choking back bile, I continued, cleaning a total of five rancid orifices of their accumulated debris.

After a stern lecture on oral care (to which the creature paid surprisingly rapt attention), we attempted to leave before the animal was reminded of his ravenous appetite. Our escape was foiled when he instead wished to share this new-found knowledge with his fellow mutants. As soon as he called out to the horde, we were rapidly surrounded by great numbers of eager misshapen entities.

The desire for shopping had been roundly quashed by the thoroughly unsettling experience with the monsters. We nervously feigned jovial faces as they took commemorative photos, then we made hasty excuses and fled without making any purchases, followed by echoes of pitiful pleadings for our return.

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