“A little more…” Clara said.
It was something to see, around fifty shamblers heading her way. While there was nothing to see in those eyes, Clara knew they were converging on her.
“Just a bit…” Clara added.
With the water levels dropping, they converged on her position fast. They formed into a mass of rotting flesh and bone that would be impossible to take on. In life, she would have run parallel with the window to reach the far staircase.
“Now!” Clara yelled.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.