I was running out of breath at this point, but I had to keep going. the severed don’t need to breathe, they don’t have lungs. I skidded around the corner and up the next ramp. I could see an opening in the concrete walls of the empty carpark they had chased me into. I sprinted at it, pushing my legs trough tiredness and leapt out, my trench coat flapping in the wind ‘finally we can make a start…’
I should probably explain first. It all started several weeks ago when a travelling storyteller came to our small town and told us all of our impending doom…