The bell tolls as we march teary-eyed, screaming, and scared. Will we ever see our beloveds again? Most likely not. Every waking moment from this point on shall and will be a living fucking hell. They will rape our women, mutilate our children, and egg our men onto their untimely deaths. Can we resist? No. Not in the least bit. We are forced into hell like wild animals are forced into captivity.
They say nothing. They moan, they groan. Maybe this is because they are also facing hell inside themselves. There is no escape for anyone. The curse is permanent for us both. If they could cry I guarantee they would be standing here mourning with us.
We march through the thick layer of freshly fallen snow. There’s a red tint to it from the blood covering the previous layer. If there was a god, would we be here right now? Are we just drifting endlessly in this cold undead world?
I cry for just a moment, and with the first sniffle the watch guard hears. I’m gone.
