It's me again! I know I should really be working on Golden Rain, but I got this idea, and its been bugging me ever since. It doesn't really fit into any categories and it's not very long, but review and tell me weather I should make this into a two-shot. Ja!
The girl shivered and pulled her soaked greatcoat tighter round her wiry frame. Her companion lay unconscious beside her. A chill breeze swept across the beach and into the small tunnel where she was hiding. She glanced out of the entrance, across the deserted sands and out to sea. The full moon cast a strange ethereal glow over the whole scene.
Checking one last time to make sure that there wasn't anything outside, she turned to her companion. He was shivering violently, his wet hair sticking to his forehead. The gashes on his arms had finally stopped bleeding, but his face was death white. She bent over his still form and began to retie the bandages. Suddenly, a sound reached her ears; a noise that sounded like wet feet slapping against stone. It was coming from further up the tunnel. Her breathes came in shallow gasps as she backed up against the walls, now able to smell the stench rolling down the tunnel as the things came towards her. Giving one last despairing look at the unconscious boy, sprinting out of hiding just as the first of the creatures came into the main part of the tunnel. Tears ran down her face as she prayed her companions end would be quick and painless.
She had barely stumbled a few steps out of the cave when a pair of salt-encrusted arms wrapped themselves round her torso. They were cold, and clammy to the touch. She looked back in horror, and began screaming. The moon slid out from behind the clouds and illuminated the masses of things that had been waiting outside the entrance for someone. For her. She could now clearly see the bloated and rotting corpse that held her, a black mark prominent on its right hand. She struggled and screamed louder, as more drowned souls closed in on her. The stench of rotting flesh and fish was almost unbearable. The dead held her flailing limbs in grips of steel, and lifted her up like funeral bearers with a coffin. Then they slowly began shuffling forward towards the sea, which before had looked so calm and peaceful. Now however, it looked sinister and deadly. Calmly the dead waded into the waves that greedily devoured them, their burden screaming until she was silenced by a sight on the shore. There in front of all the bloated corpses stood her companion, his right hand raised in a mocking farewell, and stained by a large black mark. This was the last thing she saw as she slipped slowly beneath the waves, and everything became black.
so...what do you think? plz tell