My hold on her small body gets tighter when I hear something rasp the stone in the dark. My eyes widen in terror, but they do not help me see any better in that situation, much less now carrying her in my arms and having a hard time pointing the cellphone up to illuminate more than the ground only.
The situation is bad as is… but you can always count on it to get worse.
The same pile of bones that had fidget before clackers with clear movement this time around, the small white parts on top rolling down and smacking on the floor, their whites popping out even in the dark muddy ground, but as I narrow my eyes and try to see beyond the veil of darkness, that pile starts to… take form.
I shiver. An undead, right here and there.