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‘Hutch! I’ll ram that map up your useless Yorkshire arse.’
waaaaay a yorkshire lad!
You haven’t got a clue where we are, have you, you mincing fruit?’
Haha wtf is that
But he was truly on his own out here. They had nothing in common any more.
the first thing Luke noticed were the skulls. And then the crucifixes.
Oh naaaaaah
Dom said, ‘I’m not moving again until Hutch fetches help and the Swedish air force lands a helicopter in the garden. Ain’t that right, you hopeless Yorkshire arse? And you can use that map to get the fire going for all the use it’s been.’
Why is dom so annoying. Hope he gets eaten first.
Phil paused on the first of the stairs on his way up, and fingered a dark crucifix. As if to himself, he said, ‘You’d think they’d make you feel safe. But they don’t.’
THIS!!!!!!
‘The little hands are human. Mummified. Stitched on.’
Ahh dude thats gross
And he’d been unable to watch Hutch start the fire using four of the crucifixes as tinder.
No i wouldnt dare
I’ve never seen anything like it before. It just suddenly changed. It wasn’t dense enough at first to ward you off. But then it just kind of swallowed us and there was no going back the way we came in.’
So keep your eyes closed at the end. You don’t want to see such a mouth up close. Before the bite, before its oblivion in the goring of your soft parts, the speckled lips will curl back in a whinny of excitement. You just know it. It comes. You can hear it. The bellow of a bullock slowing to a nasal whine. A puff of air, shot through wet nostrils. A doggish grumble, and you can almost see the jaws part before the growl soars through the octaves to become the devilish yip yip yip that has circled you for hours. In the solitary hunt, driven wild by the salty minerals of your fear hanging in the
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*shudders*
‘Let me see, you Yorkshire ring-piece.’
Right. Im so sick of this dickhead thinking he can shove the word 'yorkshire' into every insult to try and make the insult more insulting... We're not that bad guys!
Luke stood still and stared across the clearing at what presented itself to him on the other side. A church. And what he had just crawled through was a cemetery. A very old one too if the graves had been marked by standing stones.
Fuck that
You could never come back from an event like this. Nothing would ever be the same again. He knew his friendship was over with all three of them.
He would do this for these men he had once loved like brothers, even if they weren’t his friends any more.
The next thing he held up was a human rib cage. An arm soundlessly popped out of it as he raised it from the leaves.
Ew
It was the only thing that offered any comfort in a forest that had become as lightless as an ocean floor.
And then they found Hutch hanging from the trees in the same way they found the animal two days before.
Noooooooooooooo!!
When we walk in a forest we all die. We are but baby birds fallen from nests to an unforgiving earth.
As you are, boys, I will be. Soon.
Maybe for short periods of time it seemed to him, inside that stinking bed, that some people were exempt from tragedy and pain, but these respites were short; in the scheme of things and in the length of eternity, respites were nothing but anomalies in a relentless flow of despair and pain and sadness and horror that surely would eventually sweep everyone away.
Evil was, he decided, inevitable, relentless and predictable. Imaginative, he’d give it that much, but soulless.
‘Loki. Your eyeliner’s running, mate.’
Haha!
‘Please Luke,’ Fenris said.
The audacity
‘Mercy is a privilege out here. Not a right. You made it that way. You can die by your own rules.’
