A Battle Of The Hands

If the pitch of the night was not enough, the darkness in my heart has just grown. Not only has the weather turned itself foul again, but we find ourselves in the depths between the dead. With feet that are drenched in mud and clothes sticking to our backs, one annoying woman complaining that she is getting wet, we are making our way, trying not to be seen. Yet, something tells me that our presence was known before we even brought the car to a halt. So venturing towards the spawn that our dear Bride of Hell has let loose, we all are playing this battle in our heads.

Now, it shall only be me and Zachariah that will try to fend off the Vampires, for I have no idea what this woman's intention is. What she is capable of doing, that I do not know, but I am sure she can use all that evil inside of her to bring these monsters down.

And down is what we all are doing at the very present, as each one of us takes shelter behind a tombstone. My question here is, whom are we foolin