The hands of your watch hit 9:45 pm, the darkness creeping in as you find yourself covered in dirt and squeezing through the gap to the old church. Rafes heavy breathing behind you as his hands clasp on top of his head. His lip caught in his teeth before both of your heads snap to the north. Sirens beginning to blare in the direction of the village. The floorboards creaking before Rafe's palm clashes with the wooden post. His voice a low grumble. "fuck sake. get your ass out, we gotta move."
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