At least I can see where to cross thanks to the red security light. I keep trying to spot the abomination down below, but it is just too dark to see.
Everything is fine.
I go one step.
Nothing happen.
I can do it.
I go one step further. Then I feel little concrete dust falling. I stop every god damn movement.
I still hear the distant breathing. Its pace remain unchanged. I crouch and grab an iron beam and what's left of my courage. I'm so fucking afraid that the concrete crumbles and tumbles down. I know it's gonna happen. The bridge is in such a bad state. There is no way I'm gonna cross it without a minimum of sound.
But I'm halfway there.
I can’t go back.
I lift one foot. Some dust again.
Nothing changes.
The ground seems unstable. I put my foot down. A little piece of concrete fell off the edge. I freeze again.
I don't hear the breathing anymore.
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HorrorThis is the story of a man, a scared man in a world of horror and silent death. Follow the adventure of a desperate soul trying to find it's way back to the surface, to the normal world.
