"Given all the zombies, I think we're most certainly walking into a nest. I think they're mostly dead now though" Ross said behind Alearth and Dean, a little surprised that the little demon rushed ahead but not objecting yet.
Down the stairs the air was somewhat stale and dusty, and the smell of death hung in the air leaving a bad aftertaste. The stairs opened up into a basement storage room with no windows; rows of mostly empty shelves ran through the room, and discarded cardboard boxes littered the floor and a few of the shelves. On the floor to one side near the entrance was what remained of a human skeleton, minus most of the legs and some of the ribs and fingers. It seemed whoever it was had been wearing a shirt and jacket, but those had been torn to shreds and seemed caked with dried blood, as was the floor around the skeleton.
As Ross saw it, he aimed at it, knowing that the dark forces occasionally raised skeletons to do undead work as well; but after seeing the state it was in and nudging its head with his foot, he decided it probably wasn't an undead. Alearth, with her soul detection, would already know that it wasn't undead.
From deeper in the room came a walker moan, but the sound of footsteps or dragged feet was absent. Ross turned that way with his flashlight, but didn't see it yet through the shelves. At the far end of the room, the walker was stuck under a shelf that had fallen over onto it, and was making futile attempts to crawl towards the group.
edited 8th Mar '12 5:04:42 PM by FirockFinion