The slaughter of the refugees

[Talexis]

The man watches his prey from the shadows. One guard from his count, one that comes for shift change after the sun moves through the sky a distance. He times this before his attack.

It is mid day when screams from the camp can be heard, a shrouded man rips the inhabitants to shreds, he shrieks out a war cry as the blood sprays and covers the tents. The guards were helpless to stop the onslaught of these Decusian refugees. Once all is done and the sun settles, it is quiet in the camp. All that is left are headless corpses that have had their hearts ripped out.

[Justin Richards]

The maggots wiggle and giggle and rejoice at their opportunity. This is their space now, their world to grow. The spilled blood and flesh oozes about, working into the crevices, saturating soil and wood alike. The maggots feast. In a short time, they will fly.