Nigel was completely buried under the crushing weight. His face was no longer visible, and there was no room left to draw a breath.
A five-foot-eleven man like Nigel was crushed beneath the massive weight until he was unrecognizable. Only one bloodied hand remained visible, veins bulging and fingers trembling as it clawed at the floor, like it was the last thing keeping him alive.
Allison stared stiffly at the scene, as if the blood in her veins had frozen. She couldn't move at all.
Her eyes were red and burning. She tasted the metallic tang of blood in her throat. She wanted to move, to turn away, but her body felt like a rusted machine, every small motion grinding painfully. Suddenly, a painful memory swirled back in her mind. She vividly saw Lauren, the girl who had died playing this
