Puddles reflected the neon lights.
The ripples created illusions like crumbling pixel blocks.
John carried the corpse, pushing open the mortuary's iron door with one hand.
The rusty metal structure emitted a series of wails, revealing a narrow and cramped living room and waiting area, and the sound of the door extended down the dark concrete stairs further into the building.
The incandescent lights embedded in the ceiling sizzled.
Inside, it was filled with mosquito corpses.
"Hello, is anyone there?"
Gino asked cautiously.
She seemed to have triggered some voice-activated mechanism; some mechanical structure suddenly activated, and after a brief pause, a series of noises ensued.
The entire building came alive.
Tap, tap tap.
Footsteps came from below, echoing in the narrow building, finally stopping at the stairwell entrance.
John and Gino's eyes tracked the sound through the walls, finally landing on that dark corner.
The place was silent for a few seconds.
