*boom

Well… it’s not really a boom but more of a sound of a large displacement of sand behind me. What sound does it make?

*Swooosh?

*Sboosh?

*Spoof?

Anyway, what caused the large displacement of sand? It was caused by a huge…. I don’t know what is it.

But based on pop culture this thing looks like those sand worms. If I want to describe it in more detail, it is a large legless worm that separated into tons of segments. Each segment is coloured with a gradient hue similar to sand on top and white at the bottom. The colour gradient is coloured with a ratio of sand to white of 9:1. This colour gradient is consistent throughout the creature’s body. The creature’s mouth has a diameter of 6m and its length is… I can’t really say since most of it is underground. But all I know that it is very long. The mouth is filled with rows and rows of teeth grinding away everything that it devours into tiny bits… Wait if by I’m going with that logic, then that means this all used to be rock or dirt. If it all turned into little bits then all of this is… Let’s not go too far into that rabbit hole.

Anyway, the creature is directly at my six and it’s advancing quickly. slammed on the gas [wait why did I write this, the tanks itself is my body] and accelerated from a slow cruising speed of 30 km/h to 50km/h in a few seconds.

I moved as fast as possible in order to find enough time to explore the library to look for a way to kill it. There must be something about an anatomy of a worm somewhere.

I don’t have a lot of time. Now, the distance between the worm and be is rapidly increasing by the second.

Don’t you mean rapidly decreasing? As in it getting closer, not father away?

Nope. This is exactly what I meant to say. What do you expect? The creature is slow and bulky. Furthermore, it needs to move through all those sands. With all the friction between the sand its huge body. It would obviously slow it down. A normal human probably can’t outrun it but I’m a machine that don’t tire out easily [except if run out of fuel].

I honestly wanted it to sound very dramatic and have a huge climax like those fight I usually read in novels where the protagonist use needs to use his full effort and concentration to kill a creature like this. I already build up the tension of the battle. But this fight is honestly very anti-climactic. It’s just a scene of a tank running a way and a worm trying its hardest to catch up. I’ll try changing the style up. Maybe it can help make it more dramatic.

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Rattling. That’s the sound I’ve been hearing for the past few hours accompanied by a view filled with dull metals. This sound is soothing and relaxing. This sound has now become my new lifetime partner, because the moment this sound stops, I will die. There was a reason why this was called an “Iron Coffin”. If this thing stops at any time, they would all die. They can’t escape the it. The moment they try, they would forfeit any means of protection and their life would no longer be in their hand. Some of them were lucky there was a safe place nearby, while some experience fates worse than death.

Sand. This is the scenery that is being seen. It’s still and never changing. Just like a lake in the middle of winter. I’m just waiting in a change of scenery. I’m looking forward to any change. A sea, a river, anything would do by now. My mind has been chipped away little by little by the predictable monotonous landscape. I’m afraid the moment I lose my concentration, it would catch up to me.

It has been following me. Its always lurking. Even if I don’t see it now, it always there, watching, waiting patiently for me to drop down my guard. It would always appear randomly, seemingly taunting me for my meaningless struggle. It’s…

…

Never mind, I found my old biology text book. Now the invertebrate’s anatomy should be in chapter… Found it…

So, that’s where the brain is.