The noise rising through the stairwell sounded like the souls of the damned, suffering in the pits of hell.
Maybe if the girl forgets I’m here, Carla thought, I can find a way out of this place.
“Richard... Please... Try to look at me,” Billy said. “Focus on my voice. Come back.”
He ignored the gibbering and pleading of the scientist as he lit the Bunsen burner.
He was almost there when he heard the first gunshot ring out, and his ghostly body went cold.
Pil knew they could not be the only ones still alive in the tunnel.
“I have you, sweetie,” he said, softly into the boy’s ear.
The dogs were gazing out over the city, with sad eyes and longing on their quivering muzzles.
It’s going to be a beautiful evening for an apocalypse, Sutton Deary thought.
And then the screaming started.