The voices of a thousand fugitives flooded the air in war cries through the smoke and dust that lifted off the ground under the freed as the pushed ahead into the land of forever. The smell of gun powder and sweat filled their noses as they ran. The calls of their captives pushing them forward like the wind at their backs. There was no looking back now. The enemy was about to awaken and the horrid beast would drag them to hell.
Don't look back.
Don't take your eyes off the target.
Don't get left behind.
Whatever you do; don't slow down
The great wave of fleeing people was enough to tear down any fortress and this particular mob was even more powerful. Like beasts set free they rampaged down city streets and side alleys, ripping apart everything in their path. The animalistic need to escape was so tremendous that they even looked as savage as they, at that moment, were indeed.
Keep running.
Keep up,
Keep up…
Don't slow down.
Don't be left behind.
One out of the flock of human beings started to fall short of the group. So close to the finish line that would prove to be salvation in the midst of a war covered world but she was falling behind. The soldiers where gaining. They were all to close.
No… don't stop…
Run.
Run…
Run…..
Racing thoughts, racing heart; about to pound out of her chest, the hot sand beneath her bare feet burning with every foot step, the very air like acid with every breath, the stench of death and decay all she could smell. Eyes wide with fear, large tears glistening in their murky and now shadowed depths.
So close…
Don't look back…
Her body was shaking with exhaustion, fear, adrenaline hot in her veins. She pressed on. She couldn't lose this close to home, but the soldiers were so much closer. She couldn't even see the end of the road past the stampede of people.
I'm not going to make it…
The crack of a whip driving a team of horses forward, gun shots ringing out over the din of screaming humans, the sickening crack of bones under foot, dust and sand stinging the skin and eyes, smoke making it hard to breath, but the smoke wasn't what one smelled. It was death… always death. That sickly sweet tang of old blood and open wounds. A shadow here… the whisper of ghosts there…
Where…
Where is she?...
Can't see…
Power overflowing from the immortal soul of a dead king, broken hearts set to beating, blood pouring from everywhere, oozing from the very walls of the master fortress, drowning it's victims with ease. Laughing while they suffer, writhing in the pain of their destruction.
Run…
While you can…
I won't let you escape
Flinging open the window to the complete chaos below, laughter was heard. A deep, cruel sound from the very bowels of hell, the deepest fiery pit of doom and despair, laughter that echoes over land and sea; the king has been reborn.
Run…
Hide…
Get out.
Or die…
Fear lacing every painful movement. She still ran, still slowing down. At the end of her last reserves of strength. There was no light… Only darkness to surround her.
I'm not going to make it…
I don't want to go back…
Or die…
A bullet caresses the skin like the touch of a lover. A cry of pain and blood to mix with the dirt and gun powder… still the desperate search was on. To find a loved one in the twisting mass of savages…
I'll find you.
Don't stop running…
Or die…
An explosion then...
Silence...
