Footsteps.
All he could hear were the sounds of the footsteps in the slurping mud as they quickly made their way through the blackness. The sounds and feel of the cold rain pounding on them were as silence to his numb red ears. The silence engulfed the other footsteps and all he heard was his own.
He saw, rather than heard, a tree crackling ahead of him; bowing to the strong push of the wind. A flash of white lightening licked at the branches and the tree itself erupted into a blaze of glory. A large, flaming branch crushed the path mere metres behind him and still he continued on.
His mind took brief precious moments to worry about his friends, but that thought was dismissed as he came to an abrupt halt, glasses falling forward to the bridge of his nose. Straightening his spectacles, he gazed at the building in front of him and immediately got a feeling of vertigo.
The large white structure, how prudent, standing defiantly against the storm, leered towards him. He had to smile at the precariously balanced cross perched on the top.
He barely heard his name being yelled above the rain and he snapped his head to the side, squinting at the drenched figure.
"C'mon Jonas!" coaxed the over-bearing Colonel, water running freely over his face and off his nose to dip beneath the collar of the regulation black t-shirt. "Quit standing around gawking! Look later! Get dry now!"
Jonas reluctantly forced his legs to move toward Jack, entered the church and collapsed ungracefully onto the floor.
All he could hear were the sounds of the footsteps in the slurping mud as they quickly made their way through the blackness. The sounds and feel of the cold rain pounding on them were as silence to his numb red ears. The silence engulfed the other footsteps and all he heard was his own.
He saw, rather than heard, a tree crackling ahead of him; bowing to the strong push of the wind. A flash of white lightening licked at the branches and the tree itself erupted into a blaze of glory. A large, flaming branch crushed the path mere metres behind him and still he continued on.
His mind took brief precious moments to worry about his friends, but that thought was dismissed as he came to an abrupt halt, glasses falling forward to the bridge of his nose. Straightening his spectacles, he gazed at the building in front of him and immediately got a feeling of vertigo.
The large white structure, how prudent, standing defiantly against the storm, leered towards him. He had to smile at the precariously balanced cross perched on the top.
He barely heard his name being yelled above the rain and he snapped his head to the side, squinting at the drenched figure.
"C'mon Jonas!" coaxed the over-bearing Colonel, water running freely over his face and off his nose to dip beneath the collar of the regulation black t-shirt. "Quit standing around gawking! Look later! Get dry now!"
Jonas reluctantly forced his legs to move toward Jack, entered the church and collapsed ungracefully onto the floor.