Werewolves of Millers Hollow (old version)

Chapter 3

Chains clash against my body as I start to rise up to a dark lit room. I peered over and scanned the room. I landed my eye on a dark shadow at the corner, since the room was dark I couldn't make out who was in the corner. I only know one person whose hair could be spikey. I stumbled up and sprinted over towards the silhouette. I gave off a quiet groan as I drag my leg back up because of the numb feeling.

I knelt down and shook the body as I repeated, "Hey."

Ash groaned as he sat up and adjusted his eyes to the dark lighting of the room. He glanced over at me as he pulled himself towards me. I felt heavy as I processed my thoughts of what's happening right now.

"You need to get up, I don't know what happened to the others but we have to get out of here while we can," I lifted Ask to his feet. I trace my finger along the wall to navigate. I attempt to focus my eyes to fix on the dark spot on the wall. I gave a quick nod as I pushed myself and Ash forward.

"I think I can get up now." Ash pulls himself up before dropping down to the ground. I rested my hand below him to catch him. The eight of him pulled me down on the ground also, I blink as I try to catch the glimpse of the darker shadow again. The cold breeze rested on my head as my blood gushed from my head. I blink the blood away from my eyes as I pull the exhausted Ask over my shoulder.

The blood dripped from my head as I struggle to stay awake. My foot hits against the rough edge of a wall. I glaze my eyes down to the dirtied wooden floor to feel back against the surface. My hand meets a red button that doesn't really glow. I shrugged it off and gave it a push. What else worse could possibly ever happen.