With wide, terrified eyes, you gazed at the cracked marble ceiling. A spindly creature of skin pulled over bone clung to the filthy surface, with eyes like a coyote in headlights, still bloody from its last meal.
Matching its milky white cataracts, you stepped back. Very slowly, down the slippery marble steps, you backed into safety- the graveyard.
Groping behind a headstone, you felt a long, wooden handle. Teeth and claws glinting in the moonlight, the beast crept along in the stalking posture you conned it into assuming. Without much time to think, you mentally scrambled for how you would hold your own.
The creature sprang into the air!
Soaring through the air upon impact with the shovel, the beast smacked against a tree trunk. With a rustle of grass, whatever it was scrambled into the brush.
“Holy shit… Oh my god.”
From behind you, there was a crunch of boots on leaves. It was the Hounds. You dropped your shovel like it was evidence. You'd been caught in their lamplight. The timid one stared at you with awestruck gape. “That was insane…” You stared right back, processing it right along with them.
“That was a kill if I’ve ever seen one!” Turning away from the group, the prankster from earlier threw an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s call it a night, huh? You gotta drink back at the Burning Blade with your name on it…”