Stories

The Hunt

They were all dead, and it was all my fault.

Jumping to the next ledge of the ruins I broke my fall in a roll and continued my escape. The Lurkers were tearing my comrades apart in the crypt behind me, I could still hear the screams of the banshees as she tore through the Captain. The bloodthirsty cries right over my shoulder, however, were even more vivid.

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