The midnight rain continued to beat the muddy grounds of the cemetery ruthlessly, with lightning striking in every minute.
The splashes from two pairs of heavy black boots continued to race under the shower, with the two persons dressed in black hooded raincoats, racing for the small cemetery gate.
The slightly shorter and smaller framed person made it first to the gate, placing her small melanie injuried fingers on the rusted rods. Delia panted heavily, looking over her shoulder to the man she was running with.
"It's locked!!! The gate's lock!!!" She shouted. Damien sighed in frustration, looking over his shoulder and into the forest they came from—to see how much time they had left.
He turned back to her, "You have to jump!"
"What!!?" Delia couldn't hear him over the loud pour.
