John was a bit slower than Ian, between dragging around a rifle and being just overall bigger than the other man, and there were some places in the tunnel where he had to turn sideways to do that awkward side-step so he could get through without inching along. He tried not to imagine the tunnel constricting on them. He finally caught up with Ian, fogging up his visor's shield and wishing he could wipe it from the inside. Damn things needed to come with windshield wipers.
Or defrosters.
"Whoa," John said, eloquent as ever. "Talk about Vatican sized."
He stepped forward, slung the rifle under his arm, and grabbed at one of the fleshy knobs poking off from the column. It was a lot more stiff than he expected and looked like it'd hold a human man's weight. John glanced over at Ian.
"Hope you're good at climbing," he said. If Ian wasn't, he was probably gonna get really good today. There didn't seem to be any tunnels but the way they came and it was either up or John tried shooting at the blob (or Stacy's version of a white blood cell? Who knew?).
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John was a bit slower than Ian, between dragging around a rifle and being just overall bigger than the other man, and there were some places in the tunnel where he had to turn sideways to do that awkward side-step so he could get through without inching along. He tried not to imagine the tunnel constricting on them. He finally caught up with Ian, fogging up his visor's shield and wishing he could wipe it from the inside. Damn things needed to come with windshield wipers.
Or defrosters.
"Whoa," John said, eloquent as ever. "Talk about Vatican sized."
He stepped forward, slung the rifle under his arm, and grabbed at one of the fleshy knobs poking off from the column. It was a lot more stiff than he expected and looked like it'd hold a human man's weight. John glanced over at Ian.
"Hope you're good at climbing," he said. If Ian wasn't, he was probably gonna get really good today. There didn't seem to be any tunnels but the way they came and it was either up or John tried shooting at the blob (or Stacy's version of a white blood cell? Who knew?).