Skeletal hands grabbed at me from just beneath the dirt. Wails of agony drifted into my ears. The earth was shaking and splitting, making way for the undead wendigos to climb to the surface, ready to wreak havoc.
Why was this even going on? It didn’t make any sense.
Scrambling into a standing position, I struggled to dislodge a hand that was firmly wrapped around my ankle. Instead of loosening its grip due to my struggles, it continued to tighten, allowing its claw-like fingers to dig into my flesh.
Yelping in pain and shock, I doubled my efforts, but it wasn’t doing me any good.
Looking around, I tried to find someone, anyone that could help me. Instead of meeting others, though, all I found was empty space. It was as if I was the only person left.
With my heart hammering in my chest
