The night was long as an innkeeper's guard. The cool breeze of the once was daylight breeze of the sun has ceased; it only left you with chills and a sense of unease.

Thithering footsteps sounding ever so muted— you'd look up to see an injured survivor.

Long blonde hair reflecting against the moonlight, green dullen eyes and bruised skin was the first things you noticed before the man speaks ever so crestfallen, “Help.. Help me...” a body on the verge of collapsing.