I don’t know how long I had been asleep, but when I was
suddenly jolted awake by the sound of crashing glass it was still dark
outside.
I heard a loud screech, then more glass shattering.
“Shit!” Doug was scrambling to his feet, pulling a long
machete out of his bag.
“Where’d you get that?” I looked around trying to find my
weapon.
“A parting gift from Marcus.” Doug didn’t look at me when he spoke.
His eyes were focused on the gray skinned creatures
slithering through the broken windows of the church. Their skin was glistening and smooth, the
space where their eyes should have been nothing but smooth skin, their noses
serpentine slits.
They shrieked so loud I had to cover my ears.
I glanced around, trying to take in the situation. Then I felt my blood freeze.
Where was Alana?
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