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Reich grasped the sword firmly in his hand, his knuckles turned white. He saw a flash of motion in the corner of his eye and quickly turned. Slowly, he walked toward the shadows, reaching as far as he could with his lantern ahead of him. He saw another motion, and turned again. Three times he did this until the lantern died out. "Damn it, no!" he cursed quietly. He was breathing fast, loud enough to wake up the dead. A voice made him stop. He stood there, breathless, listening closely. He heard voices, chuckling, and the sound of feet shuffling, as if they were coming towards him. His heart was beating fast, he heard more voices. "Food...food!" they called out to him. Before he could stop himself he charged forward, screaming in fear, waving his sword wildly around him. He slammed into a wall and fell, tasting blood. He got up, a pain in his nose making him dizzy. He coughed, spitting blood. He heard the voices again, and the sound of feet running toward him once more. Then, he fell...