Slow death
Sebastian looked around the poorly lit keep. The oil to turn on the torches and lamps ended weeks ago.
The castle's grand halls now resembled a tomb. It wasn't the same as when Sebastian arrived in search of Rebecca, during the present time, but it was becoming eerily similar.
There was a strong smell of human remains; fear and desperation could be easily seen by anyone.
Sebastian scoured the keep's deteriorating defences for any signs of improvement but saw only decline.
The already scarce supplies dwindled to remnants, and with them, hope met a similar destiny. Raigos was right, this place was just a fancy tombstone.
The huddle of refugees within the castle walls grew more fearful as the days wore on, casting anxious looks towards the gates they had barricaded with whatever they could find. A lot of their anxiety had to do with hunger, though.