We turned a corner and unfortunately found ourselves staring into to gaping maw of a Carnafex. "Very slowly, back away." One of us whispered, just seconds before the maw clamped down on his upper torso, his arms, severed cleanly at the elbows, flopped down on the slick rock and the remnants of his body slumped over in submission. "Run!" I cried, and we ran desperately. One by one the Carnafex ripped, gutted, disemboweled, and dismembered my kin and friends. I looked to my closest friend; we were the last of our scout force dispatched to explore these so called "abandoned" catacombs. "I'm sorry." I whispered to him, I was much faster and quickly gained the lead. You don't need to be faster than the beast, just faster than the guy next to you. I could hear him scream after me. I was so close to freedom when my chest exploded and I crumpled like a demolished building, fast and brutal. I happened to land facing backwards and saw my dearest friend wielding a bolt pistol, and I was granted front row seats to his death. The Carnafex lifted one of its massive pincer army and thrust down. The piercing claw impaled him, the Carnafex lifted him up high like a trophy and the forced open his pincer, I watched helplessly as my friend was ripped in two. His organs spilling over the beasts open maw. I tried to cry out in horror but my spine had been severed, how I was alive at all way beyond even the most adept churgen. I wondered if it was willpower, that mind over matter bull that I refused to believe in. The Carnafex stalked over to my and bent down, it sniffed my twice, its maw grinned revealing a terrible arrangement of row upon row of rending teeth. It opened and I closed my eyes.
And as I died I knew I was damned for eternity.