[Finally the fingers scrape down until something hard comes into reach, covered in a cloth, pushing aside the snow the horrid smell of half-rotted flesh comes up, though no gore comes away on the fingers... well okay. A little, it was really close to that eye.
There's only a moment to examine the newly uncovered corpse before it seems to writhe and snap into action, trying to dig free, trying to bite at whatever it can.
Yeah also the rest of the snow is starting to undulate that way. that's probably not good]
*JUMPING back, wiping his hands off on the snow and then on his pants as he starts to run in the direction he had been heading earlier, trying to get a good head start before they can properly chase after him.*
[there's a roar behind him, but it doesn't continue down the path, instead it dies off, the way opening up to a quiet graveyard. A niclely-kept grave stands in the middle, gifts and an overturned glass of something on the grave.]
North.
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There's only a moment to examine the newly uncovered corpse before it seems to writhe and snap into action, trying to dig free, trying to bite at whatever it can.
Yeah also the rest of the snow is starting to undulate that way. that's probably not good]
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oh, that's barbed wire, never mind]
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Any suggestions?
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You can not go back now, there is only death that way. You must take refuge.
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slows his pace further, going to check out that grave.*
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