Where was he? What time was it? The wound on his side throbbed as he laid on hay barrel. He had only barely managed to escape the monsters this time. He let out a long sigh, he was too weak to move but he managed to drag himself into the abandoned farm house.

He was so sick of this , sick of the fighting , sick of the blood. When would it end? He bit his lip hoping the pain would bring his mind back to a better place. His heart ached he wanted to shout, to lash out but there was no one there