Rise of The Unseen

Despondent

The group, led by Marta, approached the entrance of the stadium with a mixture of caution and curiosity. The massive gates that once welcomed cheering crowds now stood eerily open, inviting them into a vast emptiness.

As they stepped inside, the shadows cast by the stadium's structure played tricks on their senses. The remnants of what was once a lively venue now felt like a silent arena, haunted by memories of the past. Marta, sensing the tension, signaled for the group to stay close.

The group navigated through the concourses, their footsteps echoing through the empty corridors. The hushed whispers among them hinted at a shared uncertainty about what they might find. The absence of life in a place that used to teem with it left them on edge.

In the center of the stadium, they discovered a large open space. The playing field, once vibrant with sports and events, now lay dormant and untouched. Marta scanned the surroundings, her eyes narrowing as she observed the stillness.

"Something's not right," she muttered, a sense of foreboding settling over her.

As they ventured further, a distant sound broke the silence—an unsettling, rhythmic thump that echoed through the empty stadium. The group exchanged wary glances, each step heightening the suspense. The source of the noise remained elusive, concealing itself in the vastness of the stadium.

With every heartbeat, the tension grew, and the group pressed on, moving towards the unknown, their eyes scanning the silent grandstands and the dark corners that concealed whatever secrets the stadium held.

Marta and the group stood in the middle of the vast, empty stadium, their gazes scanning the echoing space. The vacant seats seemed to stretch endlessly, a silent audience to the desolation that had taken over.

"Where is everyone?" Jessica asked, her voice carrying a note of concern.

Benny kicked at a loose pebble on the ground, the sound echoing in the emptiness. "This is giving me the creeps. Where did the whole population of this place disappear to?"

Daniel, eyes narrowed, surveyed the area. "Could they have evacuated? There's no sign of struggle or chaos."

Lucas leaned against a railing, his eyes flicking from one section to another. "Or maybe they knew something was coming, something we don't know."

Marta's brow furrowed as she studied the stillness around them. "Stop being so fucking negative." She yelled out, scaring everyone. "Split up, but stay within shouting distance. Check every corner, every room. We are finding them."

A solemn quiet settled over the group as they dispersed, their steps echoing faintly in the empty stadium. It wasn't lost on any of them that Marta's call to search for clues was more than a directive to solve the mystery of the deserted stadium. It was a silent acknowledgment of her own fear, the gnawing uncertainty that had seized her.

Each member moved with a mix of determination and sympathy, aware that Marta's concerns weren't just about the absent stadium crowd but resonated with the loss of her own family. Daniel, glancing back at Marta, caught a glimpse of the weight she carried. The scar on her eyebrow told a story of struggles, but her eyes revealed a deeper pain.

Jessica, normally outspoken, treaded lightly as she explored, casting glances towards Marta every now and then. The unspoken understanding among the group was that they weren't just looking for the missing crowd; they were searching for answers that might offer Marta a thread of hope.

Benny, usually the one to break the silence with a joke, remained quiet, respecting the gravity of the situation. Lucas, sensitive to the emotions in the air, exchanged a glance with Daniel, both acknowledging the unspoken narrative that unfolded with each echoing footstep.