-Left-
Dixie's accented voice came over his earpiece.
"You're right," Blossom mumbled. He swiftly moved into the left path's darkness. The further he went, the wetter the floor got, and the less visibility he could squeeze by.
-Hey Erin?-
He heard Nikolas' unsure voice as he held out his palm.
-Do you see that?-
He always assumed Nick was a naturally nervous guy, but his tone of fear wasn't assuring Blossom any longer. A flashlight formed in his hand, and he gladly took it. Though he wasn't so sure about turning it on as a raspy sound similar to hollow breathing echoed off of the walls into his soul.
-So, uh...Surface to Blossom, heh...You might want to run. And fast?-
"Wha- Why?" he questioned as he turned around. Simultaneously clicking on his flashlight. What that damn thing illuminated was the shit of nightmares.
A humanoid no longer human, with shoulders so hunched its claw-like hands were dangling by its knees. It stared at him with hollowed out eye sockets still streaming with bloody residue. Half of its skull was crushed and flattened, its face collapsing into a hollow head like a deflated balloon. The other half was extremely mangled, skin torn away to reveal a family of maggots in the middle of their meal of human flesh. What hair that its scalp had left was dripping wet, black, and matted with congealed blood. Its jaw was hanging from its skull like a recently destroyed joint was holding its together, showing missing teeth. Its clothing was ripped and splattered with dust, red blood, and rain water. It heaved with every raspy breath.
-Because of that.-
The corpse screamed a banshee-like cry of soul rattling fury as it lunged at him.
Blossom took off at a full sprint, the zombie screeching at him, running at the speed of sound. "WHY THE FUCK IS SHE SO FAST?!"
- -
Twig gently touched the stone wall, marking it with a golden rune. His brow furrowed as he listened to the conversations going on invasively in his earpiece.
-GODAMMIT! I SHOULD HAVE GONE TO CHURCH!-
-RUN! LEFT!-
YOU ARE READING
Twig
FantasyThe balance of power and the fate of magic itself rests on the trust that seven families do not lose their heirlooms. And what does this bitch do? Fucking loses it. Honestly, why do I even associate myself with him? I don't even like him, never did...
File 14: Operation Shell pt.1
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