„We're doomed."

Chapter 4

Sharon and Hugh began to walk through the dark alleys of Devil's Acre. They saw people running into their homes, closing all their windows and doors.
„We have to hurry." Sharon said, leading the boy down the streets, as if he knew every little corner of this place.
The two ran across a street and headed towards a small shop.

From ambrosia to poison- we got all sorts of potions that you could need!

Sharon ran towards the door and tried to open it. But it was closed.
He banged against the door and yelled: „Desmond? It's me, Sharon! Open the door!"
They saw a man behind the glass, walking to the door. He opened it quickly. „Come in, quick."
Hugh stared at his face. It was covered in scars and some of the parts were red, as if his skin got burned.
„Are you starting to take ambrosia again? If yes, then I have good news for you! The wights are probably going to produce it again soon." he said, weirdly grinning at him. He had blonde brown hair and it looked like he hadn't taken care of it in years.
„No...I'm here for something else. And I'm also here, just to stay safe for a moment." Sharon said, while glaring at him.
„So you really quit. And I thought you were going to stop getting help from that man. What was his name again? Myron Bentham?..." Desmond put on a disappointed face.
„He is dead now." said Sharon and then changed the subject. „You do know what's going on outside, right?.."
Desmond's expression changed abruptly. He looked down. „Yes, I know." the ambrosian took a deep breath. „He died, my brother. Desmond got killed."
Sharon's eyes widened. „Wait..he..died?" He looked outside the window, seeing Caul walking away, towards his old fortress.
„I saw it with my own eyes! This- this beast! He killed him!" Desmond sounded desperate.
„Another reason why we have to get rid of this monster." Sharon looked back at the man. „Desmond, I need the strongest poison you have here."
Desmond looked at him in disbelief. „You don't really want to...-"
Sharon stared at him dead-serious and nodded. „Oh yes, I do."

//

„Where are we even going?" asked the dead-raiser. „This place is like a maze!"
They had the feeling they were walking in circles.
„I don't know. I just want to get out of here, but it seems there's no end." said Bronwyn, who tried to find a way out of Devil's Acre.
„Maybe we should ask around." suggested Millard. His footsteps were visible on the muddy ground.
„Yeah, and then they'll tell the wights about us, that we're wandering around somewhere. Good idea, Millard!" Enoch clapped his hands.
„Quiet!" Bronwyn silenced the two. „Get down!"
The three hid behind a house. A group of wights were walking around, checking everything for other peculiars.
„Hey, Millard. Here's your chance, ask them for the way out of here." Enoch whispered mockingly.
„Shut your mouth, Enoch. That's not funny." Millard replied.
The wights didn't seem to notice them, they just kept on looking around, holding up their guns.

//

Jacob was still carrying Claire. Olive was floating somewhere next to them.
„I'm scared..." said Claire and tapped on his shoulder.
„It's...uh...it's gonna be okay." Jacob tried to calm her down. He felt like a big brother, while he was taking care of them. And basically, he kind of was.

They were walking through the forest. Jacob didn't really know where they were, but the inscription said
„somewhere in the middle of England".
„Great..." he thought and walked around a tree. Jacob took a closer at it. The tree had scratch marks at some parts. Really big ones.
Suddenly, he felt a familiar feeling. They weren't alone.
„Oh no, not now..."

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(I'm trying to draw the two Desmonds soon!)