Dead Rain excerpt 4
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They were in the basement.
The place was pitch black.
Era let out a low breath, took a moment to regain her bearings, and froze when she felt Nuse gripping her upper arm. He pushed her arm to the side, and she followed the direction.
A ghostly form flicked in and out of focus about three yards away. A young woman, her white dress dirtied and bedraggled. Her hair fell in tangles past her shoulders, and there were only bloody holes where her eyes should have been. Her lips were bloodied, held shut with stitches that criss-crossed her mouth and led up on the edges in a mockery of a smile. Her skin was made of large patches, different shades of skin that didn't fit next to one another.
She tilted her head, and didn't move. The pale blue glow of her skin gave just enough light to show she was standing next to a corner.
Era hissed quietly and stood very still. She looked around the room with her eyes only. At first she thought it was only the woman, but then she saw the others flickering into view. Each of them more damaged than the last. A woman whose arms and legs had been cut off and swapped, crouched forward awkwardly to balance her feet on the floor along with her hands. A man with half a head. A young boy whose insides had been surgically removed and were sewn outside his skin. A little girl with no face. More and more until at least a dozen dotted the room around them. They all stood, oriented toward the three of them, regardless of whether they had heads or eyes.
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They were in the basement.
The place was pitch black.
Era let out a low breath, took a moment to regain her bearings, and froze when she felt Nuse gripping her upper arm. He pushed her arm to the side, and she followed the direction.
A ghostly form flicked in and out of focus about three yards away. A young woman, her white dress dirtied and bedraggled. Her hair fell in tangles past her shoulders, and there were only bloody holes where her eyes should have been. Her lips were bloodied, held shut with stitches that criss-crossed her mouth and led up on the edges in a mockery of a smile. Her skin was made of large patches, different shades of skin that didn't fit next to one another.
She tilted her head, and didn't move. The pale blue glow of her skin gave just enough light to show she was standing next to a corner.
Era hissed quietly and stood very still. She looked around the room with her eyes only. At first she thought it was only the woman, but then she saw the others flickering into view. Each of them more damaged than the last. A woman whose arms and legs had been cut off and swapped, crouched forward awkwardly to balance her feet on the floor along with her hands. A man with half a head. A young boy whose insides had been surgically removed and were sewn outside his skin. A little girl with no face. More and more until at least a dozen dotted the room around them. They all stood, oriented toward the three of them, regardless of whether they had heads or eyes.