Giant paws began to trample all of the grass and shrubs in front of it, and it was coming right at me.
Screams of terror echoed, ringing through the camp, confusion arose and soon people were bumping heads trying to prepare for battle. "Grab the spears!" yelled a villager, pinned by one of the many beasts that travelled in their murderous pack. The builder recalled into one of the huts, and I ran for our armory [If you call it that.] Inside were sticks with fangs of animals caught in out snares, sharp and effective. It was better than nothing at all.
The once screaming man's voice now stopped, as you could see his jugular bloody and cut. Moments later I make eye contact. What foul monster could have created such an indescribably ugly putrid vial monster? Its body was the size of a bear, but much more nimble. His claws stretched out nearly as far as my hands were, and its eyes doubled on each sized, with two rows of two. Truly terrifying. It pounces as I jab the butt of my stick into its abdomen. Flinging it over the side of me, leaving it dazed. One more jab to the chest and its howling weeps of pain stopped.
Over to my right I see a family, weeping over a corpse of what was once a man, his face mutilated from the claws. Clearly he didn't receive a spear in time, or the beast was to much. This man was small, no very small. It was a child. No more than four-teen. He had joined the village late in the cold winter. The builder approaches from out of her hut, her face frozen solid and red, surveying the scene that was so vivid, it's as if she had just lived through what she dreamt. Tears streamed down her face. The beasts were repelled, but corpses littered the area.
Our small village, twenty or so, crumbled into nothingness as just over half remained. I gave her a reassuring look. We will rebuild, we will continue. She smiles as I stoke the almost died out flames with the remaining of our dry wood. The fire was loud as sparks broke free of its lingering flames. The clearing is hot, and the villagers held a ceremony for those who died. Graves build just outside the clearing, nearing the entrance to the forest [The forest calls for me]. They created of uneasiness in me, but I allowed it.
The night passed and the graves shadow moved from east to west as the sun slowly arose on the horizon, peering through the dense jungle. Many villagers slept in [Slackers] but me and the builder spent the morning collecting wood in the large wooden cart, and sat staring into the fire. I stoke the fire and she's happy. [The forest beckons] I have the villagers wake up from their groggy slumber. [Who's going to prepare me for my treacherous journey?] Within a few days the villagers are back into routine [Good!] preparing preserved meat for my journey. I prepare myself removing my metal object, sparkling almost as brightly as the fire does. I leave her in charge of stoking the fire, and prepare to leave.
AN: I know I know, long time no see, and the chapter is super short. Sorry! I recently flew out to Idaho for a Con (Tomodachi Fest 7) So i haven't had time. That plus school soaks up to much time. But here it is, short, plain and to the point. I may or may not make this chapter longer in the future. As for the story, I may or may not regularly updating it, if more people are into it. I also need to update my other story, (Which is a LoL fanfiction) if anyone is interested. Thanks!
TeddyOwl: Thanks so much for sticking around and continuing to read :D. Yes the beasts have come! If A Dark Room isn't anything but sacrifices, I don't know what is! This time it was just a few people. But soon more tragedies will occur! Only time will tell what kind of problems are "Protagonist" will run into! I hope I've left enough mystery in the story to make it worth following and keeping up! What is the builders roll? Who am I? Noone can say human, but thank you for reading my story!
-MD