You wait while the fingers sprouting beyond hands and then wrists. They all look like rotted flesh, badly damaged from clawing free from headstones. Wrists are now making an appearance. You are so freaked out that time seems to be frozen. Yet still no sign of Nicolm. You walk over to his car. He must have got it going because he fucking left you alone here with a graveyard form a arms struggling out of the ground.