[ he does, however, give wendy's hand another squeeze as they begin their walk. to imagine wendy on one of those disgusting rusty hooks until she's taken... he forces his imagination to stop least it gets worse and he doesn't want it to get worse. it's the reason why he doesn't let go of her hand until hearing a familiar groan when they enter the next room.
letting go of her hand, he makes a hand gesture as if to say stay here. the room they enter has a statue, a few paintings, a stepping ladder, a closed door, and a heavy looking console table blocking an open doorway with curtains. it's not long until another zombie makes itself known, trying to climb over the table. it's quick and easy to deal with the problem when all august has to do is slam its skull against the table until it's nothing but blood and flesh and bone.
he shakes the blood off his glove, unable to notice what looks like a rolled up piece of paper hanging in the jar the state holds. ]
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[ he does, however, give wendy's hand another squeeze as they begin their walk. to imagine wendy on one of those disgusting rusty hooks until she's taken... he forces his imagination to stop least it gets worse and he doesn't want it to get worse. it's the reason why he doesn't let go of her hand until hearing a familiar groan when they enter the next room.
letting go of her hand, he makes a hand gesture as if to say stay here. the room they enter has a statue, a few paintings, a stepping ladder, a closed door, and a heavy looking console table blocking an open doorway with curtains. it's not long until another zombie makes itself known, trying to climb over the table. it's quick and easy to deal with the problem when all august has to do is slam its skull against the table until it's nothing but blood and flesh and bone.
he shakes the blood off his glove, unable to notice what looks like a rolled up piece of paper hanging in the jar the state holds. ]