The diseased ones

After the prayer, Andreas took a seat on one of the benches. "Not that I know of, some were very rotten to even tell. As for the woman, the wound was on her calf. A large chunk was missing. Strangely it wasn't bleeding at all, as if the blood was none existence."

The woman behind the door grew silent, Andreas pulled out a cross and a unlight torch. He slowly approached the celluar door, "She's gone quite, too quite. Something is wrong."

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