Preparation Is Everything

The smell of corruption filled our nostrils as we made our way deeper into the crypt; the moment of regretting this decision had passed long ago.
I gripped the haft of the stake with one hand, and my flashlight with the other.
Before us, the vault seemed interminable.
How did something like this come to be underneath a shopping mall?
Foot by trembling foot, we ventured forth; knowing that each step brought us closer to Him, and to sunset.
"Ah, You've come at last!" he said, satisfaction -and hunger- in his voice.
Today was Daylight Savings, and we'd all forgot.