Reaching in the bag, I grasped the gun and lifted. Bang. Cold, thrilling, and startling was the sound of the discharge. Then, mind-numbing was the sight of a falling body. Shaking and heart pounding came next. More of these creatures – monsters – were coming. There were shadows in the smoke, shifting and darting. Every noise was distressing.
Kari stepped out in front.
"Follow me," Kari said and led the way. She was barely visible in the swirling smoke. Visions and images flowed into the mind; terror entering slowly as eyes met the carcasses. The ugliest fingernails were shooting forth from severed hands lying on the ground. They were yellow and speckled with mud, grime, and dried, black blood. These nails had met with terrified victims whose screams fell on dying or torn off ears. No one could save them. Lucky these hands had been kept from harming another victim.
A loud crash brought my thoughts back to the shadows. A figure could be made out, but it wasn't moving. Silently, Kari pointed to the left and nodded. The only noise now was shoes hitting the pavement as silently as they could be kept while moving in the direction Kari had indicated.
How can Kari be so brave as to step out and lead. Where most have thrown their lives away by allowing panic to overtake their senses, Kari shows no fear. Even in such an hour of terror, Kari seems to exhibit patience and wisdom. Who could be so calm and level headed at a time like this?
More smoke filled the alleyway and seeing Kari became much more difficult. Harder still was taking steps forward. It was unclear which way to go. Kari slowed slightly and was visible again.
Suddenly, a thunderous rumble began ahead. Stopping, Kari looked back. Her eyes were steady but they spelled out what was coming our way.
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