Running through the deepDeeper into the forest. I have to out run them. This time my life depends on it. I thrash blindly through the brush. Thorns and vines carve into my flesh. I hear the hooves behind me. One misstep and I fall. I open my eyes and I see death staring back at me.
The Plague DoctorCautiously peaking out of the branches I can see their camp below. Fires dancing savagely bathe them in red glow. Their glass black eyes can see your soul. Their strong beak can break your bones. They came to my village to take our lives, but now it's my turn.