"You got it, mijo." She's not far behind; it doesn't take much to lose track of someone in a place like this, and the closer she is to his back, the more prepared they are in case of—

It's sudden, that shifting in the darkness. What looks like more cancerous flesh embedded deeply into the walls tears itself loose: a cluster of lurching bodies so deeply corrupted by the excess growths fused onto their skin they barely seem human anymore, aside from the fact that they're bipedal; tentacles writhe in place of arms, and it takes less than a handful of seconds for them to turn on Roland, snapping forward with livid force.

"Dios mio— !"