Arty completed another circuit of the halls surrounding the refuge room, instinct stopped him, nothing in particular but a chill passing up his spine.Otto wrote:Perception of 12
Slowly crouching he collected a small stone and flicked it at the rooms door, Old man Collins peered out, Arty gave him a severe look and brought his finger to his mouth, Collins immediately went about shushing the collected refugees.
Arty folded into the shadows and waited
Time ticked on for what felt like an eternity, then he watched as a shadow eclipsed the remaining light cast through the window above him, now cast in darkness Arty listened as something slithered down the brickwork beside him, perhaps more than one.
He heard the invader feel around, he tensed as it touched his shoulder but frozen in place, the thing curled and wrapped, narrowly missing his face.
Finally the presence retreated and Arty breathed once more, as he did he heard something big move off, metal tapping against the cobbles of the courtyard.