Those guys are in a hurry, you think to yourself as they pass overhead. Something important and they don't want to be bothered, I'm sure. You settle down on the silty bank of the river and look around again. Your backpack must have landed somewhere but you can't find it. As your eyes adjust to the dark you can make out other things hidden in the deepest recess of the brige. The remains of a old camp fire, a rusted iron pot, scraps of cloth hanging across the far end, red beady eyes staring at you from the shawdow beyond.

Maybe staying under this bridge wasn't such a good idea after all.

You keep your eyes locked on the eyes as you begin to rise from the ground but whatever it is that has you in its sights is faster. You're barely on your feet before your swept off of them, landing back in the mud with a jolt. Under the bridge a scrap of fragment flaps in a slight breze.

Oookaay..... You try again, raising slowly to you feet only to be back on your ass in a fraction of a second, never seeing a thing. You try standing slowly, standing fast, watching around you carefully as you stand, crabwalking, but every time your flung back to the ground without ever seein the culprit. Defeat, you sit down and stare at the hanging fabric. A pair of red beady eyes stares back at you. Shortly after anotherpair joins them. Then another. Soon you lose count as to how many of the impossibly fast creatures return you gaze. You can't help but feel anxious and scared. You need to get out of there. NOW.

You rise one more time, prepared to sprint out from under the bridge but the creatures are too fast. Over a dozen of small, lizard like beings surround you. Huge red eyes evaluate your every potential move and react before you can. Thin split tongues flick in and out as they bind your arms and legs. Their brown and green skin is damp and slimey. You get a glimpse of rows of pointed teeth as they talk to each other in a chorus of hisses and clicks. On the plus side, you can see them now.

In only moments you're dragged further under the bridge and behind the scraps of cloth. Here you can see piles of bones and and scraps piled in corners. Remains of their previous victims. Remains you will soon join. One particulairly large lizard man approaches you with a gleaming blade. As you gawk another shoves a gag in your mouth. No one will hear your screams.