Charles knew the Foundation had used humans for experiments before, but this was just too much.
Not even a few seconds had passed, and white, bony skeletons were already drifting out from inside, gliding past Charles like sea fish.
Inside the decaying wreck on the eerie ocean floor, surrounded by so many bones, anyone would feel a chill run down their spine.
Feierbahah hid by the distant exit, tugging fiercely at Charles's oxygen tube in an attempt to pull him out faster.
Charles grabbed the tube and gave it a yank, hauling the fellow straight into the pile of bones.
He made a "stop" hand signal, shoved aside the skeletons blocking his way, and continued toward the cargo hold.
To be honest, I'm not afraid if there really are ghosts or something down here. Compared to those bizarre monsters from who knows where, if these bones came alive, at least they'd be my own kind.
Charles weaved through the skeletons, which swirled about like a school of fish, as he searched for clues.
