In the black flooded reclamation trench below the upstream agri-colonies, acid mist hangs over Meridian Recovery Authority drainage works that have been sealed by Grout Hounds. A three-man engineering detail enters Complex 7 to cut open three cemented drainage gates and clear a corridor for an armor push into the reclamation zone.

The Grout Hounds do not simply attack soldiers. They weep quick-hardening slime that turns ladders, culverts, and extraction routes into white cement, then hunt in coordinated packs through chest-high water, biting suit joints, weapon cables, tendons, and seals. Their worst weapon is mercy: when a wounded man is helped, the swarm triggers, and every bite can turn triage into a contamination hub.

This is "Where the Hounds Hunt" by Sascha Schmidt