"RUN! RUN! FUCKING RUN!" The captains of the cruise ship belted out. Their shouting couldn't be less loud. "Back to the ship. BACK!" They hurled to passengers, who frankly did not need to be told twice. Those...things back there didn't play.
The men and women were literally crawling up the ship's fat hull—and each other as the ladders were brim-full with reaching souls.
Men didn't give a fuck about woman or child going first. Pussies—the lot of them. "You outta your mind? You think I give a shit you're a woman? Out of my way, bitch!" In their defense the spiders back there looked like they hadn't eaten since the Ice Age, when Nephilims filled these lands. And their bellies looked like it could hold at least three full human bodies in the greasy, hairy pouch.
Meanwhile, Eotigan had scorched the first four monster spiders to steaming pulps with lava bursts from his hands.
