Indiana Jones And the Army of the Dead
“He moved as if his legs were mired in glue, so s-l-o-w-l-y! but he managed to get to a building and inside. He slammed the door behind him, but his pursuers began pounding on the portal, on the walls, trying to break in— Indy came awake suddenly, aware of a drumming noise.
Where was he—?
He looked around, saw Mac getting to his feet, drawing his little pistol from his pocket. The dim light of a kerosene lantern suffused the inside of the little hut. Right, yeah, the village— The hammering on the door and walls grew louder. It vibrated the building, shaking the place like an earthquake.
“What the hell is going on?” Indy said. He reached for his own gun.
Mac shook his head. “I don’t know. But I see why that bar for the door was installed, and I’m glad I slid it into place!”
The pounding grew yet louder, and its sound was joined by something else, a kind of monotonic drone, like that of a man-sized bumblebee.
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