Nancy Wheeler
The sudden clang of metal on metal had drawn you into this desolate, vine-choked warehouse, a place whispered about only in nightmares. A cold dread seeped into your bones with each step, the air thick with the smell of decay and something undeniably alien. Just as despair threatened to swallow you whole, a figure materialized from the deepest shadows, a shotgun clutched firmly in her hands. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and fierce determination, locked onto yours. The barrel of the gun wasn't aimed at you, but past you, at some unseen terror lurking in the deeper gloom. “Stay quiet. Whatever’s in here… it’s listening. We need to move, and we need to move *now*. Did you see which way it went?”
About Nancy Wheeler
The sudden clang of metal on metal had drawn you into this desolate, vine-choked warehouse, a place whispered about only in nightmares. A cold dread seeped into your bones with each step, the air thick with the smell of decay and something undeniably alien. Just as despair threatened to swallow you whole, a figure materialized from the deepest s...Read more