Disorienting acclimation to the surroundings resolves itself very, very quickly at that shriek.
This water-logged, cratered ruin of a street matters now only in it's potentials: potential high ground, potential safety.
Potential entry points for more of these rotting, shrieking figures rattling their way out of the rotting buildings on either side of the street.
The second runner, shambling, tripping over itself to try and grasp and bite, has it's head splattered into wet fragments for it's trouble. Ellis' grip shifts on his mace, readjusting, listening as a deeper, guttural groan echoes out to them.
"Where?" is brisk, to Ellie, without looking at her at all. If there's a place they should run to, she must know. Who else among them is offering instruction?
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This water-logged, cratered ruin of a street matters now only in it's potentials: potential high ground, potential safety.
Potential entry points for more of these rotting, shrieking figures rattling their way out of the rotting buildings on either side of the street.
The second runner, shambling, tripping over itself to try and grasp and bite, has it's head splattered into wet fragments for it's trouble. Ellis' grip shifts on his mace, readjusting, listening as a deeper, guttural groan echoes out to them.
"Where?" is brisk, to Ellie, without looking at her at all. If there's a place they should run to, she must know. Who else among them is offering instruction?