Ghost Night, Part 5

Between the narrow passages of the city, Abigail ran. Clad in expensive, exotic, ruffled noble robes colored in yellow coloration, she ran, advancing as fast as her legs could bear. With the dust and sweat-stained makeup on her face, the brave girl was now scared, she had never felt so much terror as now.

"Is this the life of adventurers? Is this what they have to endure day after day? Facing such dark horrors in deep catacombs?" she wondered herself, breathing heavily.

Her high-quality clothing was worn, ripped, and stained with blood. Her bare chest showed through her half-torn and lost corset. The street was filled with the fallen city guards, slowly rising like zombies. Behind her, gurgling could be heard.