She covered my mouth, and pulled me into the darkness.
Her lips touched my ear as she whispered.
“Shhh, it’s coming…”
Her breathing, slow.
My heartbeat, pounding.
The smell came first.
Rank, overpowering, wet-dog and fungus.
Kingdom came. Loping down the corridor, thick ropes of saliva, heavy, grunting breath.
His dead feet shuffled across the sandy flagstones.
I held my breath.
She muttered, unheard.
Kingdom stopped, carving some intricate scrimshaw into the wet wall.
Kingdom left, and she released me, into confusion.
Written for this week’s BekindRewrite prompt –