A Flick of Concrete

Stiffness cracked along my spine. A low rasp pushed past my teeth. Air felt cold, smelling of stale plaster and paint. Beside my front claws rested jagged chunks of stone. I went completely motionless, testing the quiet. Then, a sharp twitch—my claw struck a loose pebble. It skittered across the concrete, clicking against a fallen pipe before coming to a stop. The sound lingered in my skull. I crouched lower, every sinew tense, listening into the still air.#ResidentEvil