I was carrying construction material when I felt a rumble under my feet. Startled, I tripped the heavy load and tumbled to the ground. I must've hit my head on the stone... When I awoke, I felt a tingle on my palm. A crawl. Then, a sting. A beastly critter had plunged its needle-like fangs into my hand! I shook it off, roused by the scare. I wanted to stomp it out, but the beast burrowed underground... build without me whilst I tend to this wound!

I feel its teeth in my flesh evermore. The first bite was but a bitter prelude to the many more that followed. I fear my time is near. My muscles tighten, my skin stretches. I can see them under candlelight, eagerly pushing outward... The catacomb has cursed me, for the hollow of my ribcage is home to a thousand gnawing bites.