"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Stewart cried out in surprise. "What the hell is that thing?"
3 special ops frontiersmen were wheeling in a stretcher, one pushing, one pulling, and one pointing his heavy machine gun directly at the mass of goo lying on top. It seemed to slowly pulse in and out, and lumps of green ooze seemed to effuse from certain parts. The mass gleamed in the light, and it was quite apparently covered with a layer of slime.
The marines paid him no notice and continued on their way. Stewart turned to run after them when he felt the strong breeze of the exterior dust storms hit him square in the back. A hand fell on Stewarts shoulder, and he turned, visibly startled.
"That, Dr. Stewart, is a crawler."
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