“It was the pressure I felt that I remember most. Like sinking a leg into a cold rushing stream during a winter melt. It was numbing, painful and made me feel swollen all over.” Jonathan paused as though pulling words out of his mind and chewing on them.
“Don’t get me wrong I was scared as hell but I wasn’t cold. I just said that to explain the way you feel when your fingers and toes are swollen and your skin feels as though it will burst.”
“Out of all the carnage you witnessed its the feeling you got in your toes and fingers that you remember most? Wasen’t the piles and piles of bodies more alarming and searing to you memory?
“Dective please, you have to understand the nature of this nest. Its not like I fell through a crack and was shocked by the viceral sights. This desecrated space stretched for miles underground. The voracity of this infection was like nothing I had seen. In a fort night, Ostown was almost sunk into the decrepit sore festering below. It was so large and pervasive it had its own atmosphere, that to someone whom is familiar with such phenomena struck me.”
“But what of the towns folk? Some twenty strong men fell within this stretch of time to the infection.”
“They were ill-prepared the lot of them. The lack of information this far out of London is shocking to me. Then again, I am not convinced the towns people were not involved…”
“Mr. Bash you have no proof for such claims!”
“To your eyes of illegal items then true there is no proof. However, it is obvious that there were many symbols of the occult. Certain item in particular were recovered that outlined the perimeter of the underground from the very houses and crawl spaces of the village.”
**Thats all I got, I’m sitting in a board meeting and got bored. Posted this on my TMobile G1, guess I’m getting back to bloging.