The night air was too stiff, too quiet, too calm.
He sat on the windows ledge, flipping the heavyweight of the metal pole between his fingers. With the bandages around his eyes, there was no way to tell what creatures were lurking in the street, though he gratefully knew it was much too dark for him to been seen.
The place for the night was much like the others, dusty, abandoned. Items toppled over and scattered amongst the room.
His thoughts were interrupted by a creak of a door, followed by the low groan of the bottom stair.
His back stiffened.
Another groan followed, along with the sound of something slimy gripping at the wall, wet droplets splattering on the wood.
Without another thought, he rolled to where his friend lay asleep. A hand on his shoulder, gently shaking.
Dazedly rolling his head over he blinked, the mouth opens ready to question, but Hami’s finger was already at his own mouth, a signal for silence.
He pointed over to the door, carefully creeping back to give his friend room to get up.
The stairs continued to creak as if they’d give under whatever creature was creeping up to them. A gentle but distinct and strange wheeze accompanying every step.
Soon the pair were up, both holding weapons at the ready, without words planning on a silent takedown.
That didn’t mean their hearts weren’t racing.
Books toppled as it made its way down the hall, past the shelves, stepping in the broke pieces of the vase the guys had chosen to avoid.
Black sludge seeped under the doorway, the door complaining as the creature pressed against it, the doorknob jiggling.
Leaning forward, ready to pounce, the door swung open.
A body collapsed to the floor before they could move.
Stunned silence ringing through the house.
A survivor.
