Broken Haven

Chapter 5

Only a week had passed since we'd last visited our 'heroes'; sorry I only just realised the name comes with some connotations, such as 'being heroic' which I haven't seen much of, so let's just called them... Losers? Possibly not; that's quite mean, isn't it? I'm starting to understand how that works, it's really rather interesting. 'Group' sounds so boring, but I really just cannot think right now, I'll come back to it later.

The group of now six had found themselves up the side of a mountain in the pitch black as the evening wind whistled past them, breathing its cold air down the back of their necks. They hadn't gotten up to much other than walking and I think we all know how boring walking is, so I'm really just saving you guys from a whole chapter of drivel.

As they had climbed, the sky had quickly darkened, so there wouldn't be much sightseeing tonight; or any other night for that matter. It's so strange how the darkness makes everything so hard to see, don't you think? They settled down on a little flat area, a large enough area to accommodate them all, and soon fell asleep one by one, wishing good things to come of tomorrow.

The morning sun greeted each player with its blinding rays. The campfire was nothing more than a pile of ash on the floor. Hans was the first to meet the gaze of the sun as he opened his eyes to the new day. He looked about him and found that he was the only one to have woken up. He stretched as he forced his body off of the ground and back into action. On awaking the others, they ate breakfast and promptly set off, wondering this mountain range; they made sure to keep their eyes peeled on anything that looked 'homey'.

After an hour of walking, Hans felt shaking underfoot and looked back to find everyone else also glancing about in a state of worry. "What the hell is it?" He asked rhetorically.

"CHRIST." Screamed a man in the distance.

Hearing that cry for what seemed to be help, Hans began to run towards the noise before hiding behind a rock and peeking out. He lowered his head and beckoned the others over with a hand. Everyone huddled together and peeked from behind the rock. A man clung to the back of a giant green ogre while it shook back and forth in an attempt to throw him off only one hundred metres away.

"HEY. IS SOMEONE THERE?" The man shouted out as he caught a glimpse of Alex's face before he ducked back behind the rock.

"HEY." He yelled out again.

Alex peeked over the rock once more.

"I CAN SEE YOU."

"Crap, do you think he saw me?" Alex asked.

"Just hide for god's sake." Hans spoke harshly.

Alex peeked up once more and ducked.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I CAN SEE YOU."

"You idiot." Hans insulted Alex.

"Come on then." Ethan announced as he got up and started running. Jose got up second and the rest followed.

"WELL IT'S ABOUT... WHOA, OH GOD... IT'S ABOUT TIME." The man shouted, trying to keep his balance.

The group all stood before the beast, just taking in how much bigger it was compared to them. Fatty flabs hung from its arms and belly, swinging back and forth as it rotated and shook. It turned its chubby body and faced them all, settling down for a second from its rage. It scanned over the six before lunging towards Hans from seventy metres away.