The night was unusually chilly. Despite it being August, the weather had been cooler than usual for the Washington D.C. area. Some small animals were burrowing in their dens for the night, while other animals began their hunts for their next meal. As the night goes on, the moon seems to become brighter as each hour ticks by.
"Whatchu think 'bout them Alexandrians? Got some huge balls getting the Kingdom an' Hilltop to join them on their dumbass crusade to kill us off." One man asked his companions, all close by a fire except for four lookouts taking post in each direction, looking for any threats.
"Kind of pointless really," a second man joins in. "They only have those guns from the boat women. Not sure how they will keep up with killing us off if they waste too much ammo. Plus, there is no way they can supply everyone with a gun, so a good majority are only going to have sticks to fight us off with. I mean, we ain't piñata's man, sticks ain't gonna keep us away!" The men all laugh at the last remark. After a few moments of laughter, they all go silent, chewing on their evening meals they had packed before they had left their home known as the Sanctuary.
"Wonder why now of all times." A third spoke. "I mean, we've been getting supplies from them for six years, and now they wanna throw a fit? Don't make sense."
"Probably have been planning this all this time and slowly getting what they need for this damn war. Ungrateful sons of bitches." The first man ranted. They all sat quietly, brooding over the fact that they were going to have to fight and kill, which would more than likely mean decreasing their supplies from Alexandria, as well as Hilltop and the Kingdom if they decide to keep up in the fight.
"I don' know 'bout ya'll," the first man spoke again. "But these woods are creepin' me the fuck out."
"Man," a third man spoke up, "you're just being dramatic. Go to bed."
The first man, tugs his beanie on tighter and nods, agreeing that it is time to go to bed. He slowly gets up, his back popping from sitting in a harsh position on a log for too long and then goes to lay down in his tent. As soon as his head hits the pillow, he feels as if he is being immediately awakened.
"Matt, ya gotta see this shit man!"
"Wha-?" Matt asks groggily, and goes through the motions of getting out of his tent and goes outside.
It is clear that some time has passed when the moon appears to be clearer and illuminates the ground with its' pure white beams that innocently touch the forest floor. The leaves let out harsh crackles as the men's heavy boots trample on top of them, breaking the once whole leaves into pieces.
"She still there?" the second man asks.
"Yeah, I can't tell if I should be fucking aroused, or terrified."
Matt rubs the sleep out of his eyes and sees clearly now what has the men so intrigued. About fifty meters away, a feminine figure stood before them, her white night gown fit around her figure nicely as it glided around her. A very quiet toon escaped her lips, but from where the men stood, despite not knowing clearly what she was singing, her voice still had a beautiful tone that carried throughout the woods.
"Leif, Theo, go check that shit out," Matt orders. The two men carry their automatic rifles casually as they walk towards the strange singing woman.
As the two got closer, Leif spoke out. "Hello miss, are you lost?"
"No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold,"
"Dude, what is she singing about?" Theo questions.
"Nothing satisfies me but your soul, oh death."
"Hey, I don't think she's right in the head."
The blonde woman looks them over and in a fortissimo voice, she sings out loudly, "My name is death and the end is here."
At the end of her song, it was deathly quiet.
"Hey, listen ya fucking nut job, I don-." Before Theo could finish his question, an arrow flies through the trees and cleanly flies through his throat. He gags on his blood for a moment, a loose artery sticky out of his neck from where the arrow left its' target, then fall to the ground, dead in seconds.
"SHIT!" Leif yells, only to face the same demise as Theo.
The woman glances at the group in front of her and begins to march forward, singing her song over again. "Oh, death. Oh, death. Oh, death. Won't you spare me over another year?"
The four men who had been keeping watch frantically search the woods, grasping for any sign of attackers. The man facing the north lets out a scream as he is shot in the knee, the arrow lodged perfectly between his patella and cartilage. The next moment, a large blade lodges into the center of his face, killing him instantly.
The men to the west and east are killed by the still singing woman as she pulls throwing knives out of a thigh sheath and hits the men in the center of their chests, puncturing their lungs and other vital organs, causing them to bleed internally.
Matt and the man to the south, begin shooting into the woods blindly, until the woman kills the man who had been watching the south with another knife. Matt, now empty on ammo and unable to reach his spare clip as the vocal woman reaches him. She takes a hand and strokes his face in a calming manner, soothing him.
As she stabs him in his spine with her other hand, she leans into his ear and sings quietly.
"My name is death and the end is here."
A rabbit squeals as it is ripped from its' home. Its' feet frantically kick to get away as it is grabbed by its neck and devoured by the wolf. As the wolf devours its' prey, the moon moves over the trees as dawn slowly begins its' claim to starting a new day.