A tense whisper echos in the dimly lit alley, “we need to get out of here, now!”

“What?! Where?! Where should we go?!” A shrill cry slits the darkness along with a match igniting. Behind the flickering light emerges a cracking smile on a rotten face with piecess of muscle and skin hanging off of the bone. Inside the hollowed eye sockets squirm maggots coated in murky goo

“Where should we go?” The face sticks closer. Pungent breath sweeps through the crooked teeth.

“Where can a lost soul go?”