There was a volatile pause as the Thing stared at Liam. Hair flowed over her head, covering one of her eyes, the other peering at Liam through a little slit.
Her eye was a dot of white light, adding to her terrifying appearance.
She smelled horrible, too. Rotten, like an unburied corpse.
Her head was hunched over the corridor's ceiling, as it did little to accommodate her height.
"Am I intruding?" Liam asked, receiving no response. "I don't mind leaving, y'know? Just point me to the nearest exit." He smiled with his teeth.
The Thing was not amused. Its body was shaking strangely, and Liam could only assume it was anger. Maybe excitement, too.
Then, something surprising happened.
The Thing outstretched her hand towards the left hand corridor. A long, bony, dirty, creepy finger pointed towards it.
Liam looked at the corridor for a moment, then back at her.
"I'll be on my way, then," he said, smiling like it was the happiest day of his life. "Cheer—"
BOOM!
