Scarlet Wickedness

A night that should have been peaceful splashed in scarlet fresh blood and flames.

Screams and wails filled the dark sky as hungry flames devoured houses wildly. The Undead Fighters swarmed the burning houses and fields, brandishing their swords at the defenseless humans. They had no emotions and beliefs. They solely carried out orders to snatch the lives of others. This was their only value in existing.

"G-Get away. Get away!"

The ashen-faced farmer clutched the sickle in his trembling hands, facing the Undead Fighters marching toward him fearlessly. His wife and son huddled in the corner of the walls, but the Undead Fighters disregarded their screams and bellows. They advanced steadily with their highly raised weapons.

"Aaaa!" The desperate farmer charged forward to fend the invaders away from his wife and son. He stretched out his strong arms to hinder the Undead Fighters from advancing farther. He turned toward his wife and son frantically.