Slime form 3

Darkness and silence met me when I woke. There was a moment of panic before I could remember what had happened and pull myself together again. It was strange, having your mind split in a thousand literal directions, but I was able to pull my thoughts together after a moment.

I could sense vibrations through both the pavement and through the air as it resonated across my surface. It took me a moment to translate them into images that I could use. There were footsteps coming toward me, and I was scattered out over a large area. I could feel that a portion of me was still in the remains of the truck, although three quarters of me had spread out across and underneath it. As far as I could tell, the truck was on its side.

Transforming the vibrations into air into an intelligible form took longer than those on the ground. They were lighter and this form wasn’t really designed to hear or understand sound. I had to focus in order to transform those light vibrations into something I could understand as a result.

***

I could hear the sounds of someone clambering on top of the truck, which seemed to be on its side. They’d stepped around me to get there. Most of me had ended up on the driver’s side and then oozed out under the vehicle, but some of me was still inside. I could taste something coppery, but it tasted delicious. As I listened, I absently began absorbing it into my skin.

***

There were seven sets of boots on the ground, and almost as many four legged things, each of which had to have been at least eight hundred pounds, if not more. The sounds of their panting was heavy and deep. I forced myself to remain still; if they saw me moving they’d know that something was up instead of seeing a widely dispersed set of slime. The transformation would have changed my scent, but I could still feel the things shuffling uncomfortably. They could smell me, but my scent was all over the place and it seemed that it was confusing them.

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Reacting