Something in the Lake

The sharp fangs bit into the rubble raft as if they had been starving for millennia. Scratch that—they probably had been starving for millennia, or longer.

Reeva composed himself. If he panicked now, he would lose everything. The creature had only managed to bite off a part of the raft; he still had enough room left on this flimsy thing to stay afloat.

Now that it was clamped onto the raft, Reeva could see more of the thing under the water. Its fangs gleamed like metal, and its skin was smooth and spotless, almost like blue slime. He couldn't spot its eyes in that brief moment, and frankly, he didn't care to find out.

Reeva jerked the paddle sideways, trying to maneuver away from the approaching jaws. The raft wobbled, threatening to tip over, but he managed to keep his balance. The jaws snapped shut, missing him by inches, sending a wave of thick liquid splashing onto the raft.

That was close.