garrattj

Five-Minute fiction - 23:29-23:34

Shhh! I think I hear someone coming, Grim whispered. The cold stone of the morgue amplified the sound of voice until it sounded almost deafeningly in his ears.

Darker glared, or at least Grim guessed he glared, thats usually what Darker did when push came to shove, but the dim light of the morgues cold room meant he could see little of his compatriot, only the faintest outline in a deep, dark shadow. And well, that didnt exactly present any real information on where Darker was. Normally, someone watching the shadows could believe they could see Darker, but that would be the trick, he wouldnt be where they were looking. But it helped Grim to direct his attention to where he though Darker might be and just leave it up to the man to be where he was supposed to be. It worked better that way.

The heavy steel lock turned over with a crash and the oak door, pitted, and aged slid open smoothly. It did so despite its age, and relative weight. Grim strained his ears listening for the sound of the footsteps that must assuredly come next