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struggled with Carol's size eighteen body.
           "So much blood," Colin blubbered in the corner. "Too much." He began to cry like a child lost in the woods.
           "Fucking typical," Sue cursed, managing to roll Carol into a preferable position.
    Sue's only knowledge of first aid was from TV programmes and she watched very little of them and was thankful to discover that Carol was breathing, a hog-like snoring. At least she was alive.

           "She looks tasty." Sue heard the rasping statement and looked up from her unconscious friend.
           The courtyard was empty and Sue looked around for the source of the unnerving voice, her pulse racing as a new fear settled in her stomach.
           "Nice and plump," came a second voice, similar yet more masculine than the first.
           "Colin?" Sue turned and screamed.
           One second Colin was stood shaking like a leaf and the next a taloned hand-like claw had reached down from above and engulfed the archaeologists head. Colin didn't have time to struggle, before the hand squeezed his cranium like it was a ripe pumpkin, but it wasn't seeds that sprayed over Sue's face.
           Colin's head exploded between the beastly fingers, a high pressure release of grey brain, thick red blood and bone splinters. The scream died in Sue's throat as she choked on the fluid that covered her. Insanity took over and she spun around only to collide with another nightmare.
           "Hello Sue," snarled the creature that had once been known as Blondie. "Care to join us for breakfast?" Sue looked up into the things empty eye sockets and her world turned black.
    * * *
    "Chappell!" Sean shouted, the sound echoing down the tunnel. "Where are you?" His second shout reverberated off the walls, flowing into the first in an off kilter distortion of his true voice.

           Darren and Kenneth followed close behind, the basement area of the cathedral wasn't the most pleasant of places at the best of times, but add the scenes of slaughter that had led them here and it became a subterranean nightmare.
           "I say fuck Chappell." Kenneth kept his voice low, his echo doing nothing for his already shot nerves. "Let's get back to the van and call for the police."
           "You wanna go back?" Sean faced him. "Then go, but I'm not leaving without Chappell."
           "Suit yourselves." Kenneth pushed out his chest then reconsidered leaving through the tunnels on his own. "Just make it quick."
           Sean grinned, pleased at his small triumph over Kenneth. He didn't like the man anyway. He couldn't stand the prim and proper way that Kenneth did everything. From the straightness of his parting to the stupid fucking dickey bow he always wore; all aspects of Kenneth's mannerisms wound Sean up into a furore he couldn't explain. Hopefully Kenneth would keep his fucking mouth shut until they located Chappell.
           Darren wanted to leave too, his eyes darting all over the place, wary of every shadow and what it might hold. His stomach was a knot of pure terror. He wanted to agree with Kenneth, wanted to turn and run, but Sean was his closest friend and he wouldn't leave him alone down here.
    They kept moving until they reached the pile of broken rubble left from the demolition of the stone slab only twelve hours previously.

           "He wouldn't have entered the chamber," stammered Kenneth. "He knows the dangers better than any of us."
           "Yeah, but over the last few weeks he's been obsessed with finding the fucking thing," Sean retaliated.
           "Sean's right," Darren added. "I mean, Jesus, he was out of order having us destroy the slab."
           "I'm not arguing with that," Kenneth blubbered. "All I'm saying…"
           "What?" Sean pushed.
           "I don't know." Kenneth shook his head, raising his torch and shining it over the heap of debris.
           "Se an?"