Escape The Reich

“What was that?” Vince asked. His eyes were wider than saucers.

They heard the scream again, coming through the darkness from the shrubs right in front of them. Without hesitation, they set off towards what was inevitably Rachel’s screams.

When they got to her, she was kneeling down on the dusty ground, her face buried in her hands. Despite the poor visibility, both Vince and Harris could see that she was sobbing uncontrollably.

“What’s the matter?” Harris leaned down towards her, clutching her shoulder. “Are you okay, Rachel?”

He turned to look at Vince, but he noticed that he had a frightened look on his face. He as staring dead ahead.

Harris turned his focus to what was in front of them, and he noticed for the first time that their other colleague had been strung up a bush of thorns by his neck and limbs. His head hang twistedly on the side of his head, and thorns had been pierced into his face to give it a strange, ghoulish grin.

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