"Here they come . . ."
"Someone brace the doors!"
"For Pete's sake Hilda, move!"
"I don't . . . no . . ."
"My gods it's a succubus!"
"Can't . . . feel my legs!"
"What's that sound?"
"Sounds like paper being torn . . ."
"Get back you idiots, the barricade is falling!"
"Damnit, I'm out of shells!"
"We have to fall back, we can bust down the staircase once we're all safe!"
"What about Hilda?!"
"It's too late fo-"
. . .
And then there was only the sound of rending flesh.
1 comment:
You have a sick mind. Were you in a dark mood when you wrote this?!
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