Mutant

Thirty

The wooden cabin stood above on one of the hills of Remirda Town. And when the glowing moon shined its light upon it, it looked like an uninvited stranger.

Damich hated staying in cabins. But he had no other choice. His fear of Arch made him want to do it.
He was currently lying on a dusty bed while looking up at the sooted ceiling. It seemed boring, but it was better than being hated, or worse, killed.

Gus and Crow walked in. They didn't look so well.

"Dude, I'm starving." Gus whined.

"Yeah. Why can't you just apologize to the kid?" Crow asked. It nearly sounded like a plea.

Damich jolted himself off the bed and looked at his peers angrily.
"Because I'll get my head chopped off, that's why!"

Crow giggled, and then he just full on laughed.

"What's so funny?" Damich demanded.

Crow stopped laughing and then snorted.
"Nothing. It's just that I've recently saw Arch and his buddies heading down Green Alley."

Crow, with Gus petitioned, chortled their way about. But Damich didn't find it so funny.

"I have to save them," He muttered.

Crow stopped laughing.
"What happened to staying away from 'Big Bad Leader'? You know, saving your life?"

Damich shook his head in disagreement.
"But this is different, they're risking their own lives."

Nothing but harsh whistling filled the cabin. The cold wind instantly blew the door wide open.

Crow looked at the door then faced Damich again.

"Follow the wind Damich. But be careful, sometimes the wind leads to a storm."