There was no light, he had to go with instinct. But, being the weak helpless human he was, he could barely do anything. He tripped over bones and skulls and fell with his face in the dirt. For the first time in th last hour, he was scared. He fell one more time and didn't find the strength to get up. He sat there, his eyes looking for something to guide himself after. Nothing. He remembered the zombies had no eyeballs and laughed histerically.
Shiki laughed, what could he do better than that? But this was no normal laugh. It was the laugh of a crazy, desparate man. Others would have broken down much earlier. "This is just the beginning...," Shiki whispered, standing up slowly. His eyes searched the place for a torch. Seemingly, there was someone up there looking after him: an orange light, the source of which was definitely fire, approached him.
A group of five or six men dresed in black cloaks. "Boy, this is not a place for you to wander around," one of them spoke. Shiki quickly joined the humans' side. The shadow of the bones covered in minced meat was fiercer than the monsters themselves. One of the newly arrived monks--Shiki considered these men monks-- took out a rose and lit it with the torch. The skeletons squirmed in pain and crumbled to the floor along with the ashes of the crimson petals.
"Now, come. We have to perform the ceremony." Shiki was confused. Ceremony? What ceremony? Before he could voice this question, one of the monks grabbed his wrists and tied them up.
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How much time passed since he became unconscious? And how did that happen? He just remembered that one monk tied his wrists and then...Ah, yes, then a heavy object hit his nape, knocking him out.
The poor boy looked around him, noticing that he was lying down on something uncomfortable and cold. Stone? Most likely. He saw the monks, walking around holding some...jars which they placed on a table close to his bed. Afterwards, the monk who was holding the torch earlier--he recognised him because he was the tallest--approached him carrying some ungodly tools.
One of them looked like a clipper but it had much longer and sharper arms. Another was similar to a scalpel but its blade was longer and thiner and curved, like a sickle. There also was soemthing looking like a hand made of iron: a silver extensible stick whch had some sharp 'fingers', similar to needles, attached to it.
Shiki laughed, what could he do better than that? But this was no normal laugh. It was the laugh of a crazy, desparate man. Others would have broken down much earlier. "This is just the beginning...," Shiki whispered, standing up slowly. His eyes searched the place for a torch. Seemingly, there was someone up there looking after him: an orange light, the source of which was definitely fire, approached him.
A group of five or six men dresed in black cloaks. "Boy, this is not a place for you to wander around," one of them spoke. Shiki quickly joined the humans' side. The shadow of the bones covered in minced meat was fiercer than the monsters themselves. One of the newly arrived monks--Shiki considered these men monks-- took out a rose and lit it with the torch. The skeletons squirmed in pain and crumbled to the floor along with the ashes of the crimson petals.
"Now, come. We have to perform the ceremony." Shiki was confused. Ceremony? What ceremony? Before he could voice this question, one of the monks grabbed his wrists and tied them up.
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How much time passed since he became unconscious? And how did that happen? He just remembered that one monk tied his wrists and then...Ah, yes, then a heavy object hit his nape, knocking him out.
The poor boy looked around him, noticing that he was lying down on something uncomfortable and cold. Stone? Most likely. He saw the monks, walking around holding some...jars which they placed on a table close to his bed. Afterwards, the monk who was holding the torch earlier--he recognised him because he was the tallest--approached him carrying some ungodly tools.
One of them looked like a clipper but it had much longer and sharper arms. Another was similar to a scalpel but its blade was longer and thiner and curved, like a sickle. There also was soemthing looking like a hand made of iron: a silver extensible stick whch had some sharp 'fingers', similar to needles, attached to it.
