A questionable apocalypse

Blocked passage

We moved silently through the frigid night, our heavy boots bucking the moist, livid ground of the forest and leaving obvious tracks in our wake, the occasional twig popping and breaking. We had our bows ready, arrows drawn and resting perfectly on the thin lining that worked as its counterpoint. We stopped suddenly at the faint muffle of a drowned weep being whipped away at the angry bellow of the raging winds, the tree crowns struggling and creaking heavily in the abusive weathers relentless grip. I directed my finger forth and pointed to our right, a small, frail frame standing motionless mere meters from our current position. The darkness that surrounded the figure as we peered into the depth of the haunting forest, was absolute. We abruptly lowered our bodies to the drenched flooring of the woods and kept the shadow in sight, endeavouring to keep keen eyes on it at all times and observing it with trembling hands. A violent gust of wind sprawled through the timbers and I would adjust my backpack to the conditions in a momentary lapse of concentration. Carin drilled a worried, shaking finger into my flank and a silent signal jerked with her head towards the unanticipated movements of the unknown body. It shambled forward in a drowsed, stumping manner, its legs dragging sluggishly across the bedrock of the forest and emitting now, a deep, dry gurgling sound from the back of its throat. Coming into an opening where roof of the forest were chant, certain features were revealed by the desperate moonlight, fighting a losing battle against the impenetrable onyx shade of the never-ending night. The figure came to show, a small girl; no older than 9 winters at most, contorted and bloodied beyond recognition. Her arm were twisted in an odd, unnatural way, obviously broken and seemingly stuck in a backwards slope with protruding bone fragments at the elbow. The petite hand was battered to shred, with naught but one finger remaining intact upon its rugged surface. The sickly slim girl jerked forward in spasms, her vulnerable limps struggling under their own weight and the restless winds of the forest keeping her constantly unbalanced. Her clothes were chant and visibly delaying, with only a few straps of fabric still clinging to the walking cadaver. Her skin were pale and showing similar delay to the clothing, a massive gaping hole stretching from her left breast to her low abdomen, with most but all of her rips jutting from her chest and hanging tissue dangling it clumps from the abyss. Her intestines flailed wildly from her weak motions, swung from the rotting flesh and swinging limply under the winds influence. Her face was sunken in, her cheekbones sticking out from the tight compound of the shrunken skin and her jaw unhinged and suspended by a narrow piece of meat still desperately clutching to it. The sockets that had once held her eyeballs appeared as deep, hollowed pits, devoid of life and crawling with fat maggots that had obviously fed themselves plump on the poor girls temple. She had hardly any hair and her scalp was visible, most of her forehead long gone a displaying the cavity that had once contained a brain. Save for a few scattered clumps of her former mane, she appeared completely bold, we watched her in utter silence, our unwavering gazes shut intensely on the obvious threat.