Grief

An incomprehensible rage was ravaging poor Julie’s mind, for the sickness of her friend’s loss was from the most absurd virus, the virus of an undead creature had released an unwanted beast hidden in her inner mind that had waited so long to come out. She wished to destroy the virus and wanted to start her search at once, for she boiled inside. The old blunt and worthless sword, brought back home by a lost father was the key. Ripping it from its holster, she held it in the bright light watching it shine in its false glory as a piece of glass.

Rushing down the stairs she already felt attracted by her indestructible target.

In another location Sykes was brought in a dark hall that had multiple openings leading to who knows what place. It is time to meet the source of this organization, said a voice in his back, as he was suddenly left alone.

After a long and doubtful waiting in the lifeless cave, he made the decision to enter one of the many tunnels standing before him hoping not to get lost.

There were noises in the canalization above his head. The rats were coming and going and so was their routine, for the ages the water had stopped running. The scattered place was indeed the house of screams and sicknesses, but some how seemed the right place for one of his kind.