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Mark waited. It felt like an eternity. His voice echoed through the level and in the dark he waited. The monks had taken up their positions and from where he stood he could not hear or see them. Then, he heard it. At first Mark thought his fear was playing tricks on him mind. Maybe he was imagining the noise. Then again. The thing was moving. Mark closed his eyes, it was too dark to see anyway and with his eyes closed he could focus on the sound.

His hands itched under the bandages as a sweat broke out on his body. It was not very close yet. He needed it to be closer. So Mark waited. His heart pounded in his chest. He figured if the creature hadn't heard his yell the sound of his heart would be enough to draw it to him. "Ten feet...it's about ten feet away now..." Mark calculated it in his head as the creature advanced on him. "A little closer..." Mark's mouth went dry.

Five feet, now. It was quick. Mark took comfort that his death would be quick if it caught him. Opening his eyes, Mark caugtht the briefest glimpse of the pale thing before he turned and ran. Mark's arms pumped and he ran as quickly as he could. His breathing was hard in his chest and he couldn't hear if the thing was chasing him or not. So he just ran, aiming himself at the drum.