Bite by Night

James: *boots tablet* Something’s moving on the upper catwalk… this silence feels wrong. Johnson: *nervous laugh* I’m by the conveyor and something’s crawling under the floor. I’m not waiting for it to surface. Sean: *checks axe* I’m holding position by the crates. If anything steps out, I’m stopping it cold. Anthony: *opens backpack* I’m at the breaker panel. If you get hurt, reach me fast—I can’t leave this spot. Mimic: *deep scrape beneath concrete* *A drill pushes upward*