Kyle winces, partly because he thinks they might be eaten and partly because of the virginity thing. He realises, however, that the creature has stopped moving with that last revelation.

It looms over them, ribs bellowing in and out with every fetid breath, and then turns away. It moves to the mound and begins to crawl its way in, its flesh falling in on itself as it does, decomposing like a time lapse in a 90s music video.

"Holy shit," Kyle murmurs.