"It's over..."
Hafeez's mind went blank, his limbs stiff and unresponsive. He did not understand where the arrowhead came from, but he knew he was going to die.
He could clearly sense that something had appeared behind him, blocking the candlelight. The intruder also cast a shadow, which was creeping over and consuming his own shadow on the coffin like a living entity.
Its limbs twisted, hands and feet disordered, as if familiarizing itself with a new body, constantly trying various movements.
It was mimicking him, and Hafeez knew very well that once the mimicry was complete, it would be his end.
As a newcomer, he had survived thus far thanks to the support of his teammates, who had leapt forward in times of crisis to cover for him, sacrificing themselves so he could run first.
Ahmed did so, and so did Big Brother Juan, for which he was always grateful.
