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Scream and pain spread through normally calm and quiet village. Smell of blood and iron hit my nose while I looked at the dead bodies falling down. Not only allies but also monsters that attacked us just few minutes ago. It was unexpected and brutal. I ran through trying to find place to hide. My legs were failing me. My knees arched with every step I did.

All of the sudden long branch wove under my feet. I tripped and fell down on my back. I coughed trying to catch a breath again. My body shivered when I looked at a dark creature. With the features of an animal but also a human. Terrifying, dark lifeless eyes staring at me from above me as his tall body towered over me. Fear crowded me.

His long arm with long fingers and sharp claws stretched up. My eyes shut from fear and my arms covered my face. Just when I was about to get lethal strike a scowling sound reached my ears.

My arms slowly fell down alongside my body after. My eyes fell onto the body of the monster. Body that was now lifeless. Sharp blade going right through pinning its heart to the cold ground while the body was stabbed on it. Blood dripped out of his mouth creating bloody puddle. The whole scene looked brutal with its head hanging down with no sign of movement.

My eyes widened as I looked at the older man who stabbed through the monster. "Leya! you need to be more careful! Pull yourself together!"

I took a deep breath trying to organize my mind and control my emotions. At this point everything was hard for me. Screams of others and ugly screeching of the monsters filled my ears and my mind until it was all I could think about. I wanted to go out of this hell. Out of this horrible night. It happened so fast. I still didn't understand what was happening or how could this even happen. We were peaceful village without crimes or hate. No one here deserve this. Not in million years. Now there we were fighting for our lives.

Just when we thought the worst is over, we could hear another ear ripping screech coming from forest right behind the village. Mothers cradled their children closer while men protected them with their lives and weapons in their hands. All of them already tired and beaten up still standing to protect their loved ones and homes.

My hands trembled as I also reached for a weapon. It was a steel bar, but it was enough for me to defend myself. As we all expected another herd of monsters ran from the forest attacking the village. One stronger and uglier than other. Each of them with different but similar features. There was a one thing they had same. Burned seal. All of them had one. Some of them on their back. Some of them on their legs or arms. The seal represented something dark yet unknown. I never saw anything like this.

My fingers wrapped around the steel more tightly and my teeth gritted in nervosity. I lifted my eyes up to look at them. For a brief moment I needed to close my eyes and with deep breath I opened them again. Iron smell of blood and their dull eyes showed there is no hope for them anymore. They were dead. All of them. They were just zombies. Just bodies used by person who was behind all of this.

I narrowed my eyes when they moved closer and closer by every second. I was not a fighter. I never needed to be one but now I needed guts out of steel. Push back my fear and doubts.

My long black hair flared in the wind. On the one sign all of us ran toward the monsters. Unlike these men I had no one to protect or worry about. With my steel bar I ran toward one of those monsters. With the greatest force I could muster, I hit one of them on the back with a steel bar. They felt no pain, no guilt whatsoever. That is why they were created. To by killing machines. Feared by everyone who will lay their eyes at them.

With a deep sigh I stabbed through one of them. Pain flickered in my eyes realizing that they were once like us. People with emotions and feelings. Now they suffered like this not even deserving peace after end of their life. Being used like this. It made me sick from my stomach. The knowledge that one of them could have been one of our loved ones. We could never know. Then it happened the silence.

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