Regulus dropped down to his knees. He could hear the dead people crawl out of the water behind him.

He felt cold wet hands touch every inch of his body. He felt himself smack his face against the sharp rocks of the island, blood spluttered on to them, making them look like rubies in the dark.

He felt himself being dragged under. Bodies climbed over him and dragged him down deeper and deeper.

He didn't care if he was going to die tonight. He didn't care if he was going to be like them any second.

Maybe this is the end.

Another channlenge for the 100 word drabble. I might do a full story of this but now it is for the defining moment challenge.