In his camouflaged slime form, Dylan the green latex chameleon darted from house to house, tree to tree, barely visible with his great speed and agility.
Occasionally he would solidify and crawl up a wall or tree trunk but he mainly traveled on the ground searching for potential prey for his creator.
By now, two hours after Dylan had gone out he had left Salt City (Dylan has always wondered if there was a Pepper City too and if it actually was made of pepper) and it's surrounding urban district and had entered the more rural countryside farming town several miles off from Salt City. Now instead of buildings and apartments, Dylan was now surrounded by woodlands and farms that have offered a fresh feel of adventure to Dylan as he continued his search.
So far he had found nothing. Dylan's creator didn't say anything about preferences about what he wanted his test subjects to be like but Dylan liked to go "Above and Beyond" like the school teachers said. After all, Dylan at heart was still just a kid who wants to be happy and please his family (in this case his creator).
Hopefully after all was said and done, Dylan and his creator would move to somewhere new and big, even though he had only stayed at his creator's house for a day at most he could already tell it was getting cramped in there. His parents Beta and Delta were almost always in one of the bedrooms playing with eachother in some sort of wrestling whilst Johnathon and Thomas were consistently playing cards or watching the television. Alpha the boss while their creator is gone is usually in the kitchen with creator's laptop looking up stuff on the web though Dylan didn't know what he was looking up exactly.
Maybe he was reading a book online? Dylan thought as he looked both ways for both cars and people before crossing a street, making sure to be seen by nobody. Right now Dylan was in a farming town as expected. The occasional car passed, its lights like two ominous eyes as Dylan maintained his stealth by either hiding behind a tree or the occasional parked tractor.
Dylan looked around, his slimy form moving around in a almost gelatinous manner as his liquid latex body was constantly in motion. So far no one. What was Dylan going to do? He couldn't go back empty handed but he also couldn't stay here forever.
Pondering a moment on how to find people when most of them are asleep in their houses, a faint shine in the corner of Dylan's eye drew his attention. The source of the shine was that of a sewage drain in the middle of the road underneath a streetlight. An idea ticked in Dylan's head as he checked to see if the coast was clear before slithering into the sewage drain.
Almost immediately the smell of feces and trash filled Dylan's nose as he solidified on the roof of the sewer system now crawling upside down on the ceiling like a spider. It was dark, dark and smelly, meaning he would have a hard time moving through here but it would have to be done. Hopefully no sewer monster would come out and eat him! Dylan thought, though not in fear, at this point anyone coming across Dylan would be the one to be afraid Dylan ginger got thought, a mischevious grin spreading across his green latex face. Now navigating with little light, Dylan focused on his other enhanced latex chameleon senses as he crawled through the sewer system. Eventually he ended up in...