NOVEL NEXT Chapter 93: In The Shadows, 4
With a pleasant smile, Quagmire moved forward with enthusiasm. Unfortunately, before he even was able to get out of the destroyed house, his instincts screamed at him to hide. Confused, he hid just behind the wall next to the entrance of the house. His instincts have never failed him before, so that must mean that there must be something wrong that he has not encountered or just noticed yet.
Under the moonlight, numerous ghouls passed by, and their shadows came into the light that was passing through the door. Quagmire saw the figures and had lost count of how many had passed, and it seemed that there was a lot.
After the shadows passed by, he thought that it had already ended and they had passed. Contrary to his thoughts, he was wrong, gravely wrong. His instincts screamed again, and with a decisive action, he hid in the darkest part of the house that had numerous obstacles so that he would be able to avoid the ghouls' sights.
Just as he plopped down, numerous heavy footsteps entered the room, with his instincts continuously screaming at him. In a span of a single moment and conflicting interest and thoughts, he did not raise his head to peek. It was after all, too many ghouls and eyes that could see, which does not provide the same guarantee as those of the ghouls he killed earlier.
His ears perked up, as he started to silently focus all his energy into his hearing, preparing if the event of discovery ever happens, he would be safe and make it out properly in time. Upon entering, the ghouls immediately searched around, from breaking things and smearing the wall with the smell of blood they have recently killed. Which certainly is barbaric.
However, one of the ghouls that went further inside hastily came out and barked something in a language he does not understand. No, it is more like a sick person trying to say something, but it ended up incoherent. That is what he thought. Until another ghoul started barking words at the same time with the same intonation, voice and everything that relates to the sound produced when speaking, it was certainly, otherworldly in his opinion.
Once the ghouls finished their conversations, a ghoul screamed with a voice as strong as the thunder on a silent night. The tables, beds, sofas, and chairs moved like a wave in a stormy ocean, glasses shattered, and Quagmire covered his ears, struggling due to how loud the scream and how hurtful it was to his eardrums.
When a few more moments passed by, the ever daunting scream of the ghoul stopped. With a thud, Quagmire finally let off his ears, a terrible mistake. The sound was made, and the ghouls immediately directed their gaze into his direction, with eyes filled with fury.
Sweat accumulating and dripping on his back, he focused all his energy on finding a solution. Time seemed to slow down, as adrenaline surge with a resounding anger and vigor. However, with each second passes by, the ghouls came closer and closer to his location.
The ghoul at the front lead the other ghouls from its behind, and with each successive obstacle they encountered they violently threw it overhead, with each slam of the obstacle the house reverberated with a chilling cold and intent.
Seconds pass by, and the ghouls arrives just before the place where Quagmire was hiding, and with a force of a mountain, the ghoul kicked the table. It flew away and struck the wall, and broke into a dozen pieces.
With a smirk, the ghouls stared at what they did, but were soon dumbfounded. They expected to catch a person, but what they found was only a dead rat. The ghoul in the front, unable to contain his frustration and anger, screamed in fury, and started berating his subordinates and destroyed multiple objects.
Once it calmed down, it walked out of the house while stomping its feet on the way. The other ghouls silently followed, albeit bitterness was present in their expression, evidently from the curled down lips and knitted eyebrows they possess. One by one, they came out and followed the leader of the group.
Meanwhile, Quagmire, who hid in another location just in time, before he was caught, was sweating profusely. He does not have any vison of what are currently happening, but he did hear that scream, and a few barks here and there and the sound of wood and metal striking each other repeatedly, and once calmness followed, he waited for a few more moments, and once it indeed safe, he came out of his hiding location.
Quagmire, opened the cabinet, and with his right foot raised it forward and stepped down, it was just in the nick of time, that he was able to find a cabinet large enough to hide, and luckily when he opened it, there was no noise and the sight of a door opening was hidden by the table he hid before. It was an incredible turn of fate and quite lucky.
His instincts seemed to have saved him once again, and his faith in it raises ever more slightly. After coming out, he straigtened his knees and stood up, now with his vision much more higher, he observed the damage in the house, and how messy it was. Furthermore, he begun tracking the footsteps, and movements of the ghouls, so that he would have an idea.
Unfortunately, to no avail, he had not found anything worthwhile, thus it seemed his tracking ability is not yet adequate, and moreover the stench of blood and flesh have permeated all over, it was truly a sight of barbarism.
However, there was one particular symbol that he had found interesting, it was cross, not a normal cross, but an inverted cross. Could it be the religion of the ghouls? If it is, what truly happened, was it just really a virus or a disease? He does not know, however, he would for sure discover the truth sometime in the future, because of his faith.