Ben looked up at Darren.

Both men had tears in their eyes; their adopted brother was now motionless on the floor. The blood had stopped pouring from his neck. They couldn't do anything to help him.

The both heard a gurgling growl. They both looked over to the sound. There on the ground was the man Darren had impaled with his sword stuck to the ground and not able to get up.

Darren grabbed his dagger from the back of the monk's head and marched over to the man who was stuck to the floor.

Ben got up and prized his daggers from the skull of the man and went to join his brother.

Darren was crouched over the man who kept snapping at his and trying to grab him with his hands. Ben stooped over his shoulder to get a view of the man. His eyes were completely whited over and his face had an expression of desperation mixed with hunger. He appeared to be a simple villager but Darren and Ben were both too emotionally distracted to care whom the person was.

"Rip his eyes out!" Ben exclaimed, some tears escaping his eyes.

"I want to know what is wrong with him, I want to see what'll kill him." Darren replied. Taking out his dagger again. He acted fast in plunging it into the man's chest where his heart should be. The man seemed to take the pain with a simple groan but continued to reach out at him and snap his teeth.

Darren glanced up to exchange a glance with Ben. Ben seemed to be getting impatient wanting to end the man's life quickly. He had always been quick blooded as a person. The expression showed that now, it was obvious he wanted revenge. As did Darren but he wanted to know what was going on.

Darren saw movement in the corner of his eye. He couldn't believe what he was seeing their colossal brother Marcus was clambering up to his feet.

"Ben" Darren hushed pointing behind him.

Ben frowned and turned round; he suddenly went motionless as he saw it too. Not knowing how to react.

Ben glanced back at Darren and then looked back at Marcus.

"Marcus?" he asked to their brother.

Suddenly Marcus' head snapped round and fixed his eyes on them. His eyes now blank and his mouth hung open with saliva pouring out from it.

"Christ!" Darren explained, He placed his foot onto the man on the ground's neck and forced his sword up out of it's body. He then quickly brought the sword down onto its skull.

Marcus charged at Ben letting out a howl as he did eager to sink his teeth into Ben's flesh.

Ben quickly drew a dagger a let it fly at Marcus. The dagger sank into his brother shoulder but still he kept running at them.

Ben went down into a sweeping kick and his brother went flying over him crashing to the ground behind him with a howl.

Ben went into a backwards roll to get away from his crazed brother. Darren jumped backwards having to avoid getting crushed by his bigger brother.

Darren span his sword round in his hand then swiped forward at Marcus' neck. The head was severed from the neck smoothly and the head rolled off to the floor bringing again the chaotic camp to silence.

Ben gaped at his brother's headless corpse then looked up at Darren.

"You killed him" he gasped.

"he was going to kill us Ben, if you noticed any one who dies by those things becomes one" Darren quickly replied.

Ben just nodded and lowered his head. Darren began to collect his equipment and wipe his weapons off.

Ben collected his dagger out of his brother's corpse and then wiped off his weapons as well.

They had no idea where to start or what to do next. However it seemed that fate had planned that for them though. As Ben collected his crossbow and slung it over his shoulders, he suddenly looked into the forest again as though he'd heard something.

"What is it?" Darren asked noticing his brother's sudden distraction.

"People…lots of them" Ben replied. He could obviously hear something as his eyes had widened and his ears seemed to be twitching.

He leaped to a tree and began to ascend it very quickly, almost like a monkey. He'd always been good at that sort of thing. Being able to scale a rock face quite quickly as well.

He got quite high up in the tree and looked around.

"How many Ben?"

Ben looked out through the canopy; he could see at least twenty people running in their direction. As far as he could see they were the same looking as the people who had attacked them earlier. He could now hear their howls and groans as they rushed towards them.

"At least Twenty" he replied sliding down the tree as much as possible then jumping the last bit and landing in a roll.

"We can't fight that many." Darren replied.

"No we can't, we need to get out of here before we become one of them." Ben replied.

"The monk mentioned something about the local monastery, we also need to warn the locals about this to, we should split up." Darren replied, "At least that way one of us should achieve something."

"The local village, is three miles that way most of it down hill." Ben pointed in a direction that was fortunately in the opposite direction "The monastery is that way, about five" he said pointing to the direction the people were coming.

"This is hard, you have a preferred choice?" Darren asked as he strapped his shield to his back getting ready for the run.

"I'm quicker and lighter, you get to the village, I'll hide in this tree till they are past and then head to the monastery I want to know what those monks are doing to people." Ben suggested quickly.

"Fine, I'll wait for you at the village." Darren replied.

The two embraced quickly and then Darren was off in the direction of the village. Ben turned and climbed up the tree as much as possible and hid amongst the leaves.

He was there for about two minutes then the crazed people ran past, a few paused in the camp and then moved on some in the direction of Darren but others scattered.

When he was sure it was clear Ben slid back down the tree and hit the ground running towards the monastery. He hoped to God that Darren would make it.