Dark. Cold. Hungry. Feet dragging… floorboards creaking… desperate for breath. Mansion quiet. Mansion lonely. Cold… dark… hungry… Noise. Noise! Annoying… sound in hallway… must quiet… dark… cold… hungry…
At her call, the figure in the hallway spun to look over it’s shoulder. From a distance, it appeared to be a young woman, no older than late twenties. Her skin was pale and her hair greasy. She breathed slowly. Not a word exchanged in response to Jill; instead, the woman turned fully around and took the first step towards her. One foot dragged behind. The other hobbled like a dysfunctional cane. And her arms hung loosely from her body. Another step. Another step. She was so slow.
Or so it seemed - after squinting through the darkness, the woman let out a quiet, low growl. It grew, lowering in tone the longer it went on. Her limp arm raised in front of her, barely able to keep itself standing. And then… she broke into a full sprint. The creature’s body flailed behind her while she dashed straight for Jill - and showed no signs of her decrepit body holding her behind!
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