Modello began to feel a small pressure on his head, he couldn't explain but it was only a nuisance pain and can be ignored. The group continued into the catacombs, through the pathway leading deeper into it's silent grip. Modello and Allister shuffled his eyes left and right, seeming paranoid about something.
In this thick darkness, the fire in Moriah's hand was the sun. The pathway was about twenty steps long until reaching the next room. As they approached that next room, The tip of Moriah's foot stepped on something hard, she scrolls her eyes down and gets the scare of her life.
Her foot nearly stepped on a human skull, glaring up at her as if it knew she was coming. She literally jumped out of her skin, letting out a quick screech. "What the hell!?!" she yelped. "Why the hell is that damn skull looking up at me as if it actually was alive!?"
Richard shrugged his shoulders. "Haha," he laughed. "Maybe he likes you."
Moriah glares back at Richard. "Shut up, you-...!" Her voice stops when the fire in her hand passes by the room before them.
A dirt floor, femurs, ribs, hands, skulls, every sort of bone stuck out from the ground. Against every inch of the walls was a corpse concealed in a wooden coffin. Allister's eyes grew even more intense. "Watch your step," he said, walking forward.
As the group forward into the dirt that hid corpses and bones of former soldiers, an eerie feeling engulfed everyone. Everybody had their weapon's handle in their hand ready for anything, traps, ambush, anything.
As Moriah, who was up in front, stepped in the middle of the room. A dead man's hand stuck out from the ground. Moriah's feet stepped rather close to this hand, and as quickly like a viper, the hand reach out from the dirt that imprisoned for centuries and grabbed onto Moriah's right ankle.
Not realizing it, Moriah trips to the floor. She falls over, her front slams against the dirt. Her pale blue eyes glance down at what tripped her, and what she saw was a hand actually grabbing onto her ankle. Her eyes widened. "Umm...guys," she said. "The dead aren't so dead."
Bart had a curious look on his face. "What do you mean?" asked Bart. He then raises Forscythe, his doll up in front of his face. "Do you know what she means, Forscythe?"
Suddenly, the light in Moriah's hand goes out. The room becomes nothing but pitch black darkness. And the pick up of moaning and growls of dead people break into the air. Sounds of wood being busted open blast into the air. Moriah lets out a sharp scream, a lot of moaning came from around her. The group charges into the air. "Trust your ears, not your eyes." instructed Allister.
Suddenly, Moriah's scream is muffled as the group got close to them. Alena pulls an arrow back on her Yew Longbow's string, pointing at where one of the sources of moaning came from. She launches the arrow straight at the sound of moaning. After a moment, she finally hears a good sound, the sound of a cracking skull, meaning she hit.
As a confident smile grew on Alena's face, she felt the cold wet hands of death grab at her legs. She turns her head down and heard the sadly moaning of the dead. She pulls an arrow back on her bow's string and launches it at where she hears the moaning. But she hears no impact this time, nothing.
"Daniel!" yelped Alena. Daniel froze, he thought Alena was still by him. He quickly turns around and charges towards where he heard Alena. As he ran, he heard moans of terror and sorrow. He quickly kneels down right by the zombie and impale them through the head.
His blade cuts right through the middle of the zombie's brain and out the other side. The zombie lets go of Alena's leg and returns to being dead. Daniel stood back up to his feet and turns his head over to where he thought Alena was. "Are you unhurt?" he asked.
"I'm fine," she answered, but she feels something drip down her calf, and a intense sting. "Though, I think I might have gotten a cut."
"Forgive me for letting that happen."
"Don't worry."
Those two charge back over to where the others are. Modello unsheathes the dagger that was strapped on his left hip and readied to throw it at the source of moaning. Quickly, he tosses it. And quickly, he hears the sound of snapping.
Moriah quickly jumps to her feet, dusting herself off. Her heart racing in her chest, panting fast. "I thought I was going to die for a second there!" she stated.
"Don't worry," said Lite. "That's not going to happen."
Moriah remembers wooden coffins when her hand scrolled over the area before entering it. She quickly extends her left hand out behind her, to the western wall. A blast of fire shoots out from her hand. It gripped upon the coffins that once kept the dead, lighting them in it's embrace. This truly revealed just how much they were surrounded.
At least thirty undead stood on their feet, slowly but surely making their way over to kill the intruders. Everybody readied themselves for one hell of a hack through.
The End of Chapter 8,
Next Chapter:
Chapter 9: Deathly Secrets
And that is what happens when you don't get life insurance.
Speaking of zombies, for some reason down on Beale Street last night, they held some type of festival where, you'll love this; people come to dress up like zombies and party. Bizarre.
Whelp, I can officially say I'm back. I hope.
~Seph
Void Knight, Judge, Wielder of the Ancient Magyks, Master Thief-to-be, Monopoly MANIAC!
"How Can Mirrors Be Real If Our Eyes Aren't Real?" -Jaden Smith
Unfortunately, I don't think I'll have the time today or tomorrow to write/post a new chapter. Of course, as you may know, tomorrow is Memorial Day in the US so I think I'll probably be going to my grandfather's grave. And then, probably go to the shore or something.
But surely, I'll have time Tuesday.
So, look for the next chapter Tuesday. o:
But in the meantime...*grabs searchlight* We gotta find Ark! *starts kicking all the bushes*