Sure enough, they responded to the whistle, stopped jumping on George, instead was drawn to her.
Wynne noticed they were grey and dry, as if all the blood had been sucked out, and there was not a hair on them, not even on their heads. Their eyes was just full black covering the entire eyeball and beneath the absence of a nose, only one opened mouth with the pointy black teeth emerged inside.
And now the most frightening for her was the sound of her witch whistle, which didn't make much harm to the deads, and attracted by her whistle, the bodies had released George, but stepped into the house, and climbing up the attic where she stayed.
Wynne was terrified to death, listening to the things stomping on the stair boards as they went up to the attic.
Didn't Dooley say it could handle all of them? Why now, instead of restraining the dead bodies, was she attracting them to herself with all her whistles?
Fuck! She was panic-stricken as she realized Dooley might have tricked her just for her death here. The bodies were closing in on her so fast that she could not escape even if she wanted to!
Shunbr stood downstairs, watching the show without concern.
"Shunbr, what are these damn things!" Wynne asked him desperately.
Took a puff from his cigarette, and blew out a smoke ring, Shunbr then replied, "How do I know? All the people in my village have been swallowed by this things. I have brought you and George here for their fresh food!"
The world was very simple, but only was complex the person! Yesterday they hopefully were expecting to make some money from the deal, but it now turned out that was just a trap of death. No time to ask why, all the bodies, emerged in the attic, which was six or seven meters above the ground, and she wouldn't escape with broken legs even if she jumped.
Wynne shuddered as those corpses surged to her, staring her through their black orbit.
She must take a last try regardless of whether the Porgu whistle was useful, even if she was going to die here.
"Pyrpyrpyr, beep... " The whistle rose from her lips.
Wynne was hoping for the kind of last-minute miracle that often happened on TV!
Things went athwart, the more she fucking blew, the bodies, like they heard a call, sped toward her! Tears fell down her cheek as dozens of corpses crowded around her which was just like corpses in an apocalyptic movie.
The bodies were men or women, young or old, all staring straight at her. She gave up and comically begged to them, "Bro, sis, please, don't do this to me. The whistle, if you guys don't like, I throw it away right now."
Those corpses glanced at each other, undoubtedly widened their mouths at her, and came upon her with the stench of extreme decay!
Thousands of tree roots, like straws, protruded from their mouths, and stuck firmly into her skin and eyes! 'Ah! She shrieked in terror and pain, as her eyes fell in darkness. She could sence they piercing her skin, and sucking her blood!
"Ha, ha, ha, Go to hell, greedy human! my grandma can only live for exchange of your death." Downstairs came the cry of Shunbr with sneers!
"If you want me to save you, beg me." Dooley's voice rang in her ears, in the desperate time. Damn it! Her body instinctly was surging up a burst of hopefulness by listerning his voice. She failed all her dignity due to her honest damn nature, Wynne could't help rolling eyes to herself.
A blast of sharp pain from the piercing of her skin seized all her thoughts.
The tubes protruding from the mouths of the dead seemed to have drilled into her skin, and constantly extending into her muscles and nerves along her blood vessels, as if they were going to take root and sprout in her body!
"Dooley, please!" Wynne shouted.
A hoarse chuckle reached her ear, suddenly the sound of her Porgu whistle rose so sharp that they seemed to pierce her eardrums! The sound, like a thousand sharp swords, struck all the dead bodies in front of her in an instant, and froze the roots of the trees that kept creeping through her muscles and nerves, which recovered her sight. She was greeted by the dead bodies standing, all rigid and motionless!
A pale, bony hand tore away the roots of the trees that clung to her body, then wrapped around her shoulder and hugged her. The familiar faint fragrance spread from behind and enveloped her firmly.