My finger rested on the trigger and I waited for my target to appear. The gun was scraped and the handle was almost broken. I just waited. If I shouted I would be seen and killed.
I frantically crept towards the window to look outside. It was misty and only one grave in the cemetery could be seen. I saw a couple of creatures walking and sniffing the air for flesh and blood,… my flesh and blood.
I turned around and saw a crimson light shining in the corridor. Something was shining there and I had to check it out even if it costs my life.