Chapter 2: Slave Trade (Fester)
Many hours, that seem like days, have passed since the Apocalypse unleashed itself upon Carnate. My escape was thwarted by many of this creatures, but now the last challenge lies before me yet. The strange creatures the guard the shore of this hell do not allow any to enter or get out. They have been coming like a pack of rats from the forgotten wrecked ship to seek out unfortunate victims(I have already spied two crushed bodies of CO's and wonder if I could avoid that same fate). This creatures capture my attention as much as the others have done, tall and fat, their belly stitched together, a strange sort of cage on their heads that seems to torture them. They carry with them heavy chains that crush those that wager to cross them.
Suddenly it dawned on me that this creatures may be more than the eye meets. Creatures that have a past in Carnate, and this small parchment(which I plan to add to my notes if the time let's me to), confirms my small theory on just who this creatures are:
"It is awful to think that men called Christians are capable of this sort of thing. A horrible sight, that now, I too, have become part of. The startling reality came upon me when this men would leave those of color in chains alone to be eaten by the mere sins of humanity. They would have left others to die, because of their status and color. They had cried, these men, that the chained ones were worthless to the world, useless filth if one pardon's the expression. My own ears were numb and deaf, I had called for justice…justice that I only found when I was sealed behind this gates of hell with the slaves that they held so much hatred for nothing. I pray to broken stone, now. Hopefully some miracle will occur, and this men of color will brake their chains and shatter the hopes of peace of the evil men behind the gates. It is only a hopeless dream, but I dare to hope! Men have hoped and died…I just hope I can, as well as my fellow prisoners, can avoid the fate that falls on the deaf hope of humanity, that only can hope and die alone…."
Now, I wonder what this man saw during that voyage long ago. A dark voyage that made this ship crash to this now land of the dead. Could it have been the dark hearts of those traders that brought doom and suffering to the ship and its travelers, and later to them…It seems to me that their hope ran out for them, and now this monstrosities are facing the consequences of their past actions. Forced to feel that bite, the crunch, the snap, the screams, and finally to die for what they did. It seems the slaves really did break their iron chains, truly a miracle, yet too late.
-Clem
Let the rats eat your toes, they come back,
Crash and Crunch!
Dead to useless meat, and the rat's will live in me,
Crash and Crunch!
We will burn in hell alone.