Prologue
He's Coming.
The female figure grabbed the little girl and scooped her up. The girl noticed that the figure was also holding a baby.
Suddenly, a toxic scent filled the air, and the figure started running. On and on and on, deep into a forest. The figure put her down.
Take this and go with your father. Give it to the first person you meet.
The figure handed her a folded piece of paper. The girl held onto it tightly. The figure knelt down and kissed her on the head.
I'll miss you sweetie.
Mommy?
The toxic smell returned, now stronger and more vile than before. Her mother's emerald eyes glistened with fear.
Run.
The little girl dashed towards her father, who was standing in the distance. He picked her up and placed her on his shoulders. She could not make out his face.
Mommy?
The toxic scent was quickly overpowered by the revolting smell of death.
A familiar voice cut through the disturbing silence...