Tall Man
Bara woke weightless and unable to breathe. She floated not in the air but was submerged from head to toe. Not in water. It was thicker. Blood?
The low light shone red. Bloody water. How? Doesn’t matter. Hold your breath. Swim to the surface.
Her legs kicked and her arms flayed. The Problem. Which way was up? One desperate pull and then two. No, she wasn’t swimming to the surface.
From the rusty murk emerged one head and then another. An Army of statues. They were buried to their necks in the lake bottom. No not statues. Eyes snapped open, silver canine eyes. Bara slowed her descent moments before biting teeth would have claimed her hand. At least now she knew which way to swim. She turned herself right side up and reached above her head.
The dirt below moved. Ragged hands clawed themselves free. Sharp nails raked at her ankles. Sinewy and heavily veined hands took hold of her slim legs. Down into the dirt and blood, she went. She struggled and escaped the grip, but then another hand took hold and then another. The Demen pinned her to the slimy bottom.
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