Chapter 63: The Bunker (3)
I’m still looking for somewhere to hide, my heart thundering in my chest so loud I’m sure they can all hear it.
“DO NOT SPEAK IN THE TONGUE OF OUR GODS.”
The orange creature’s voice rattles the walls. It’s not just loud—it’s heavy, pressing into your bones.
If Frank is big to me, this thing is an elephant to me. Even more than that.
I see Frank move. He shouts something I can’t hear over the ringing in my ears. Then he storms forward.
My first thought: He knows he’s going to die.
But he does it anyway.
Why?
Bitter anger coils in my gut. Fool, I think. Hero. Idiot.
The woman behind him follows, close enough that her outline seems to merge with his. For a moment, they’re both cast in that hellish blue light, two black silhouettes to the rest of us skulking in the dark.
I see more of them behind the creature now. Faceless things. Beings that look human from afar, but wrong up close. Their skin is pale and stretched, mouths cracked open, some lined with jagged teeth, others empty pits. Maggots writhe from the holes in their faces and wounds, crawling out lazily as if they have all the time in the world.