The wild blows making the forest sound and the fallen leaves fly.
Behind bush come someone's foot steps …dragging something…
Blood on his body, the smell of it around.
Showing his power, radiation of horror.
Terror abounds in the air.
Re-start.
No one can hear the call.
No one can help.
The future is certain.
Visitors will be killed.
Skulls are crushed.
Blood running out of the mouth will be followed by organs, carrying the smell of death.

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