Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 108
William heard screams, hoarse screams, from the sailors behind him, washed away by the vibrations of the shaking rock formations, drowning out these small voices like cold currents extinguishing torches.The recent sound of panic was blocked under his tongue, and he realized that it was his own voice, which came into his head from the neck with the cold hair.

The rock channel made a crisp sound like dry vermicelli, and there was a certain wave-like tendency, shaking back and forth like fish jelly.He fell to the ground, cracks opened under his body, the dislocated section pushed up his shoulder blades, and his fingers touched the shapeless ground.

The source of the earthquake is still approaching, and the roaring sound wave vibrates and slaps continuously, wantonly rubbing the solid tunnel that existed before the arrival of human beings and thought it will always exist.

The cave wall on one side was suddenly torn apart, the source of the earthquake broke through the rock and came into the air, crossed and hit the other side, and regarded the rock formation as nothing.Like a fish jumping out of the sea, breaking the water membrane and falling back into the water.

Something like a continuous ridge passes through this space, and the shape is invisible in the darkness. The sound of bumping and stirring reminds the link-like connection structure, and the redundant protrusions on the newly born cave are filed away.

As if the trumpet from hell was wrapped around the stone flakes and rubbed the nose, the eyelids flew away, and the cold snapped into the skin like death nails.As soon as the warm trickle flows down, it loses heat, dries up in the hairline beside the ears, and freezes and agglomerates the eyeballs.There are many fine sores on the exposed skin, suggesting the source of the viscous fluid.The terrifying vibration disrupted the rhythm of heartbeat and breathing, choking the scream.

That petroglyph is not enough to describe this length, at a speed several times faster than a galloping horse, until the long suffocation tortures and loses consciousness, it has not yet reached the end.

When William woke up from the dark coma and chaos, and his consciousness returned to his body in the lightless cave, the source of the shock had gone away, and the grid-shaped cracks under his palm reminded him that what he had just encountered was not a nightmare.

The trembling hand tried for a long time before hitting a few sparks, lighting the kindling, and gathering a torch.The light is back here again.

A two-person-high rock cave appeared out of thin air, crossing horizontally from where Old Gorey stood, forming an underground intersection with the original mine.William remembered that the rickety old figure had no intention of moving at all, facing the blown out torch calmly, and was then submerged by loud noises and vibrations.

The fellow must be dead, he thought, and if he had stood a little closer, everyone here would have vanished as well as the rocks in the new cave, but probably only old Gorey himself had been taken away now.

Probably yes.

With trembling legs, William backed away on hands and feet, crawling towards the direction of the crew.He should be the first one to wake up, and he didn't hear the other people's voices

Soon, he touched the leg of the first sailor. He lost his shoes in a panic and was frozen cold by the cold, but he could still feel the pulsation of blood vessels on the back of his feet, which made people feel a little relieved.Not to mention having been in the same boat for several years, even the most daring person would not want to stay underground with a few corpses in the dark.

"Wake up!" William shook the leg vigorously with the torch in one hand, and its owner cried out in dissatisfaction in a semi-conscious state.

"If you're not dead, just reply."

Trying to move one more position, he saw a frightening face, with black and red blood scabs and bright red blood all over the place, and clumped hair like a devil's crown of horns.

Eyelids opened, he continued screaming the moment he saw William, and struggled to push him away.

William wiped his face with his sleeve, brushing away the sticky dry blood from his eyebrows to his beard. The fine tingling sensation made him worry about his appearance for the first time in his life, "Damn it, it's me, William!"

That idiot screamed for a while, and stopped after William wiped off the blood. This slow reaction was his fault.

"Ah, ah... Captain? Where are the others?"

It's okay, at least it can be recognized, it's not beyond recognition, it's just a small scratch.William also vaguely discerned from the bloodstains that this was one of the crew members.

"I don't know. You wipe your face before you talk." The legs regained a little strength, and they could stand up on their knees.

Raising the light source to reveal another fallen figure, William stepped forward, bouts of dull pain in his back preventing him from bending over.

He lightly kicked him twice, not because of his conscience, but because his knees hurt too badly.

There is only the last one left, and it will not be too far away according to the previous formation.William rubbed his shoulder blades and held up the torch to illuminate the way, ready to leave quickly after finding all the people.Kraft was right, they shouldn't just be here.The unknown, worshiped by the mountain folk, was at work beneath the mountains, and now they knew it, but they were in danger.

There was no fourth person, and there was only a small piece of ground that was reasonably clean, proving that someone had been lying here.It seemed he wasn't the first to wake up.

"Damn it, walking around at this time! Have you seen that kid Walker?"

Two newly awakened sailors had just risen from the ground and carefully wiped the wound on their cheeks, obviously impossible to know.There is no need for them to talk.A clear string of footprints shows up on the pavement-rock crushed stone floor, giving no indication of where it came from.

William frowned and followed the strangely clear footprints, neatly spaced, without even stopping or hitting a wall.Their owners did not move blindly. Instead, they may have lit a torch after waking up, accurately bypassed the still sleeping person, and still did not stop after passing by the place where William fell to the ground.

The sailors instinctively followed the torch to William's side and stopped in their tracks.They were already standing in the middle of the intersection, and the string of footprints extended towards the new opening, stepping steadily into it.

To be honest, William was really scared. That kind of thing didn't seem like a creature that should exist in the world. He didn't think anyone would step on it in a conscious state after witnessing such a horrible experience. track just passed.

"Are we going to find him?" asked the sailor behind him, his voice distorted like a smeared warbler in Port Solace.For any business that requires cooperation to fight the harsh nature, abandoning your companions is a big taboo.But at one time and another, being in the same boat in a storm, and facing a moving ridge underground was too much of a limit.

That thing should be gone, but who knows?Just remembering the horrific momentum, imagining flesh and blood churning with the rocks, or being sealed forever underground like a miner in a landslide, is chilling.

"captain?"

William could hear what they meant, as long as his captain said something, he immediately turned around and left, no one would stay here for a while.

"Walker." The beard twitched, his lips regurgitated the name behind its cover, reminiscing about the memories related to it.A passionate and capable young man, never lazy.Everyone on board knew his name, including the three present, which is why William chose to take him.

"Maybe he just went the wrong way, and he will be able to catch up by himself in a while." He lifted his boots and stepped back half a step with his heels, and William heard a sigh of relief.

That's all for now, he cast a last glance into the dark depths, intending to leave.

However, some rhythmic sound stuck to his footsteps.

The two materials are colliding, one of which is the rocky ground, which makes people feel joyful, thinking that the companion has lost his way and returned, so that he does not have to bear the guilt and the discussions behind the people on the boat.William thought of the equidistant footprints, which matched the sound of such footsteps.

But the sound was too hard, and the contact with the rock was not like the crew wearing woven soles or wooden soles, but another material, if you have to say it, it was similar to a large crab foot hitting the reef.It went from being indifferent to approaching, but there was no torch to illuminate the footsteps in the dark, and it suddenly seemed a little strange.

But William vaguely felt that it wasn't important, and the desire in his heart for Walker's return overshadowed his doubts.

He imagined that the young man had lost the torch carelessly, and had no choice but to walk back in the dark while holding onto the cave wall. Fortunately, this moment of hesitation gave the young life a chance.

There is a slight sense of disobedience, like picking out a fishbone in the crab paste, feeling a sucker on the fishbone, but when that familiar face appears, it is ignored.

The footsteps stopped and no longer stepped forward.

They all recognized that it was Walker's face, with a faint smile, leaning towards the edge of the torch's aperture.Perhaps it was due to the lack of light, the face of the young man who was already a little baby fat was enlarged, and his facial features lacked three-dimensionality, making him look like a wide and flat float floating on the dark water.

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