Chapter 13: What Happened on the Road

Sobbing and scared, a small crowd of us, almost entirely women and children, began down the worn road to Hammercleft. The men had run to the center or the east of the city in search of whatever was attacking our village, only, I thought, to become what they were hunting. Before all of these nightmares were over, I would hear stories of fathers splitting the skulls of sons with hammers or children biting bloody pieces out of parents. In fact, I would more than hear about them. At that moment though, everyone was far too terrified to speak. We stuck to the main roads, and I think that everyone felt a little bit better and a little bit worse having a crowd of people around them. No one needed to say it. The sensation was in the air like a bad smell.