!!SbnXxXER/Ds 11/27/09(Fri)08:44 No.6891565|
You sling the loaded duffel bag over your shoulder, and have the knife loose but ready in hand. The two of you head out, Alicia leading quickly, looking eagerly towards the door.
Huh, there wasn't a puddle there earlier, was there? "Hey Alicia, watch ou--" Too late. Step, step, slip. The poor girl goes sprawling, her death grip on the lighter broken when her arm slams into the edge of a desk.
In the second before the light vanishes, you could swear you see a horrified face looking up from the water on the floor.
You hear the skittering renew. With every passing second, it seems to build upon itself like a wave, quickly turning from a whisper into a quiet roar.