He stumbled over an obvious rotted log, and landed on his arse.
Swearing loudly, he pushed himself up and carried on.
He didn't know where he was going, that much was obvious ( as things usually were, regarding him ), but he carried on.
Usually he just walked blindly, not giving much of a fuck which direction he was heading in.
But now?
He could smell it.
In the air.
It stung his nose and made his fingers twitch.
The closed he got, the stronger the smell of it.
Death.
Hung in the air.
His feet had become heavy and tired, but he didn't stop.
He passed several streams, but didn't stop for water.
Even when he was lucky enough to cross a dead deer he ignored it.
Hungry he may have been.
The need to get to the source of that smell, pushed him to the brink.
...It drove him mad.
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DEMONS Of Drakewater
Teen FictionA Demon girl, a Monster Hunter, and a down-right nut-job, pair up together. ( The 2 of them are acquaintances, well, I guess you could give it a bit of a stretch. Friends? maybe? ). She needs their help, whether she likes it or not. She's more power...
