A Rumble In The Catacombs

I was carrying construction material when I felt a rumble under my feet. Startled, I tripped and let the heavy load tumble to the ground. I must've hit my head on the stone stairs on impact... everything went black. I was lost in the silence, who knows how long. When I awoke, a tingle danced upon 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!

Its teeth tear 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's stones have cursed me, for the hollow of my ribcage is home to a thousand hungering maws.