The two young women shared the same breath, they shared the same heartbeat, and at that moment, they were in one hellhole together.
"I can hear them…" Ashrosaliera whispered.
The groaning and moaning of the throat, hundreds of them, echoing throughout the cave, was enough to deafen the sensitive ears.
Soon, their enemies emerged from the darkness.
The groaning came from men, women, and children. It came from multiple human-like creatures.
Instead, they weren't really humans. They were rotting away, their skin pale and green, their eyes contained no sliver of hope, and they walked by dragging their body across the stones instead of stepping with their foot.
They looked like corpses, and acted like it. But a corpse should not be walking. The dead shalln't be so alive.
"I have… Never seen these types of creatures before." Zofia whispered in shock. "Are they alive? Are they human?"
