At first light, Clara was back at the cemetery. Before leaving the hotel, the bulk of her things had been picked up by a courier. That left her with little more than a light pack filled with the basics: pistols, ammunition, basic first-aid kit, a knife, lock picking tools and some rope. A gal has to accessorize.
Outwardly there was nothing peculiar about the cemetery. However, she noticed something peculiar to her last visit. It was a minor detail, even for a hunter, but one that pointed to a potential infestation.
She was back to the spot where she almost tripped. Her eyes followed the straight line until met a crypt. The depression was too long to be a grave, and given how old this cemetery was, she doubted this was a buried utility line.
In fact, the gravestones in this area were old enough that the carved lettering had faded. Years of rain, snow, and wind had smoothed out their surfaces rendering several ineligible. I’d imagine there’d be a public uproar, if a utility company tried to cut through a cemetery.
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 Pexels.
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