chapter 37: smell the danger

Pony's cry is well worth an alarm.

Everyone wakes up with a start to discover the macabre scene.

The old man tries to get up a little too quickly and

therefore falls while slipping.

Charismatic grabs her spear, stands up and points it in the direction of the child without further comment.

Pony pulls herself together and imitates her.

Her green eyes keep returning to Purple belly's carcass.

The poor man didn't deserve this.

Potatoes is still half asleep, he doesn't immediately understand how serious the situation is.

he shakes his head from side to side and when he finally comes to his senses he panics.

With shaking hands, he also grabs his weapon and he rushes so quickly in front of the girls to protect them that he almost trips on his own foot.

His stature is already very imposing. Faced with the child it is as if he were goliath and the boy David.

But the child does not move. His marble-black eyes don't even blink. No fear in him is visible

Behind the group shadows move. A silhouette appears then two then three...

Their steps are silent, their bodies barely graze the branches.

They come out of the shadows slowly with their backs slightly bent.

Some have black nails so long they look like the talons of a bird of prey.

White maggots travel in their perforated flesh like gruyere cheese . Yellow pus runs down their blue-gray arms.

Pony, Potatoes, Charismatic, and the old man didn't notice as these beings edge forward like hyenas flexing their muscles before springing up.

there are more and more of them. they are already only 3 meters away. They raise their spears, they exchange a look and form a half arc.

A light breeze blows through the foliage and weaves its way between these individuals before reaching the old man.

The smell that travels with the wind is hard to describe but it is certainly one of the vilest that can exist.

the others still stare at the child, unaware of the danger behind them.

But the old man maybe because he is old enough to be calm in all circumstances, pauses in front of this strange phenomenon and then turns around to understand where this smell comes from.

Those gray eyes reflect the tip of the spear threatening to pierce his chest.

He narrowly avoids it by performing a more than dubious dodge.

His voice quivers:

-Behind us!

Charismatic peeks over her shoulder and reacts in a timely manner by shoving the other woman at her side out of the way a pike.

Pony thus pushed can only say "What?!" in surprise and see on her right barely a few millimeters from her shoulder the rusty metal which stabs the void.

Potatoes panics a little more, he stops watching the child to look behind him, his big hands shaking even more.

The two womens and the old man try to retreat but their assailants follow closely without any problem.

The little boy takes advantage of Potatoes' inattention to gain momentum before jumping on the big man, his dagger raised.

He clings like a monkey to the adult one of his arm covered in blood hold the neck of Poatatoes and the other is already lowered to deliver a mortal blow.

The man cries out, his muscular arms tearing the boy from his body without getting cut.

The child is thrown to the ground.

They are being surrounded.

They're all panicking, they can't think.

They feel like they are being attacked from all sides.

They retreat so far that in the debacle they reach the body of Purpble belly.

Charismatic without noticing it sinks her foot into the guts of the dead man.

Walking on guts is like stomping a giant slug.

One of them cries "Let's flee!" no one really knows who. The adrenaline drowns out their perception.

Luckily they manage to break through the encirclement, they flees trying their best to run as fast as possible.

But the old man can't keep up, he's too slow.

Charismatic notices him. She hesitates her eyes not leaving the tired man.

When she sees a second later that he has already been caught up she takes a deep breath before screaming as loud as she can to draw the attention of these bloodthirsty beings and throws her homemade spear at them.

The assailants step back to avoid the projectile but it was useless because she did not put enough force into it. The weapon bounces off the ground without planting anything.

But it buys her enough time to reach the old man who is running so slowly and to trie to pull him forward with Pony.

The woman with the ponytail can't help pestering the old man.

-Come on hurry up! Hurry up old thing. I don't want to die here! Fucking crazy motherfuckers!

Potatoes also turns around upon hearing the young woman's voice and helps them block the attacks.

With this kind of burden they struggle to outrun their pursuers.

It is in this situation that they meet Two, Follower, Princess and Handsome.

They don't have time to say anything.

they pass in a breeze and the other four, noticing the danger, follow their example.