'Move faster guys! Only a few gaps remained!' Felix stressed while pumping poisonous clouds even faster by emitting it through all of his pores.
He kept doing so while sprinting through the gaps, making him come in contact with many graves.
Unlike in movies and cartoons, zombies didn't raise, and the graves didn't shake.
It was ever so peaceful like nothing happened...But the low-pitched horrifying whispers Felix starting hearing nonstop said otherwise.
'Your flesh smells delicious...'
'Let me have a small taste...'
'I want to see mommy...'
'I will give anything you desire for a little taste...'
There were so many whispers, Felix was finding it hard to distinguish real words from gibberish. Yet, the recurring theme was always about his flesh.
Felix understood that they didn't want to literally eat him but possess his soul to feel the sensation of having flesh again!