Suddenly a gunshot sounded in the dark hallway behind her, echoing off the high vaulted ceilings.
Instinctively, Morgan crouched low behind the altar but the sound was further away and she realized quickly that she wasn’t in immediate danger. Jake, she thought, her heart racing. Pulling her weapon from the shoulder holster, she ran on light feet towards the sound, as silent mummies looked down on her with vacant eyes.
Jake dived behind a huge casket a moment before the shot came, alerted by a slight stumbling step.
The bullet thunked into the hard wood of the ancient coffin, splintering it but not passing through. He pulled his gun and returned fire, a double-tap in the direction the bullet had come from. It might keep them back for a few moments, he thought, willing Morgan to return as
