189 They Didn't Explode

POV Kidnappers:

Rays of morning sun passed through the thick canopies of the trees, illuminating an old muddy road. Colourful leaves playing in tones of red, yellow and orange were sewn all over the road, rustling in the slight draft.

A carriage rode down the old unmaintained road, mud and water splashing from under its wheels. Arrows were sticking all over it. Its wooden structure was cracked in multiple places, with marks after sword slashes sewn through all over it.

Four horses dragging the carriage galloped down the road, sweat running down their bodies as they ran the whole night.

The players in black robes, stained with blood and mud, stood all over the carriage. One stood on the roof while two held on the back of it. The two more sat in the front. Their usually shiny masks were dirty and covered with scratches.