His body moved with a jolt. Instantly his hands moved upwards... slower than expected.
[... liquid?]
The inner voice chimed in. Peter could see nothing in the darkness. Haunted by his last memory the finger tips grope for the wound...
[What the...]
A mixture of relief and>
Death.
It had taken him a few moments to figure it out. To place it. The smell. But that was it.
Death.
Peering through the dark corridor the Spider ploughed on. There was no space for webs. He would just have to continue on foot.
A happy coincidence? Or design?
Ultimately>