Forums

Had to get rid of a spambot but I needed to save this line and let it be seen so

#9 - Red Light  

Chris had seen trees indoors before. Back before his parents had run out of gardeners who could tolerate some frankly (even by his standards at the time) harmless antics, the Ellwood house had maintained a rather impressive greenhouse. That was to say, he had always been told that it was impressive and that was why he had to be on his best behavior and not tear out bulbroot for the thirtieth time, not something he ever listened to, but it still meant he was familiar with the concept and why it was still uncanny for such things to be however many floors down they were in The Dungeon. Chris even had to take a moment to process the whole environment, though the desire not to be left behind outweighed any further ponderings. This was still The Dungeon. Just because there wasn’t any obvious danger in the trees didn’t mean there wasn’t any danger at all. The feeling was validated almost immediately as a body fell from the trees and into the path ahead. If Chris hadn’t already been looking for trouble, he probably would have jumped out of his skin. At the same time, when the body started moving, Chris breathed a sigh of relief. If a zombie was all they had to deal with, well, they could handle that. Of course, zombies (plural) were a proportionately bigger problem, not to mention the fact that Ziun’s first few magical volleys were ineffective. Lana sidestepped one of them as it lunged towards her, but that just sent the thing Chris’ way. “Whoop!” Chris yelped as the zombie sneaked past, readying a riposte of his own if Lana didn’t get there in time. “Don’t have to tell me twice!” he said at Lana’s suggestion. But despite the prospective new options at path-exploring -- left-hand rule would have dictated going down the center path next, right? -- they still had problems going back the way they came. “More!” Chris pointed out, extending his sword to point out the newly fallen body. But then, almost unconsciously, Chris’ sword began to drift, ending up tracking a vaguely glimpsed movement wandering between the trees. Every time it slipped behind one, out of sight, it never seemed to reappear properly, and every time it did that, it ended up closer. “And…” He tried to think of the proper way to describe something he could barely see. “…there’s something worse coming, too.”