110 Terror in the dark (1/2)
If the gods really existed, they must have cursed this place. Karla was forced to get inside the open gate and watch it close behind her, as her previous companions lay dead on the ground and other kidnappers were running to finish her off.
She didn't stand a chance against those monsters and so she went through the only open way which was in front of her. As soon as she stepped beyond the gate, it started closing slowly. She stood there, watching the kidnappers gaining on her and prayed that the gate would close before they have reached her.
She didn't dare run forward. She didn't know what laid beyond the gate and she wasn't willing to get surrounded by other unknown beasts in front of her and the kidnappers behind her. If she were to die, she'd face it rather than being stabbed in the back while she's fighting off new threats.
She had hurriedly collected some blood vials from her previous companions' pockets and took Arnold's firearm. These were handy at stopping a beast movement and slowing it down. She could use them in case she needed to put some distance between her and any attacker while fleeing.
The gate closed as the monsters had reached her dead companions. She jumped as she heard the chants which went on, as if nothing had happened. She hated that choir and hated the place she was in even more. The death of the three church doctors was as mysterious as the secrets this city held.
She turned around and contemplated the place she was in. A large avenue with post lights that used to illuminate the road. Cobbled streets took left and right and big carriages were parked on each side of the road.
The chant went on, louder this time and scarier. Tall buildings on each side of the large avenue stood as a reminder of the great work the architects and stonemasons had done when this city brimmed with life. Between two buildings high above, a bridge connected them and allowed passage to a higher pedestrian street from what Karla could deduce.
Yahar'gul was similar to Yharnam in its architecture. Buildings had large window panes, and towers in the distance ended in a conical shape. The whole setting gave the city an even gloomier atmosphere.
She walked through the main avenue, apprehensive of every sign of movement in the many dark corners of the street. The moonlight was faint and didn't illuminate the streets that well. Clouds formed in the sky and shrouded everything in darkness and mystery. Karla had to find a way out of this place.
She didn't like the atmosphere. She couldn't imagine Francis being held in here. Moreover, the last time she asked about that old man's whereabouts, she was told that he went up the tower and not down.
She was trying to climb that damned tower from below when she was ambushed by that brute and kidnapped. Yharnam had given her the chills sometimes. She was scared of whatever could jump at her at any moment without notice. But she was ready to attack and defend herself as well.
She was confident in her ability to kill those monsters that roamed the streets. But now… everything's changed since she witnessed those kidnappers' speed and ferocity. How could she beat something that moves faster than her own blinking? How could she hope to read through their movement and slow them down? They were four and they barely managed to dispose of one, combining their efforts and strength together.
She heard a sound coming from beyond a large carriage, parked on the side of the avenue. Karla hid behind the cart and peaked from there. There were three kidnappers patrolling the dark street. Only the faint light of the moon allowed her to recognize their shape from afar.