The infamous skeleton walked away from the butchery while singing the strange song, being the only moving being in 1 kilometre around made him feel calm and secure.

But by destiny or chance his position was terrifying near a highway, a little used one because of the marsh it circled. But again the marshes wasn´t the real problem but the monsters that come frequently from them. These monsters although low-levelled where numerous and they knew how to exploit their strength attacking in groups of 12 to 50 and putting the merchant caravans and knights orders in predicaments. So this road ended up being forsaken by the kingdom and only being used by the punctual merchant or knight who wanted to show his worth to a lover and only a small number of them left alive the marshes

The thing is that there was a person in the road guiding an over-loaded donkey with grain and only a scythe for weapon. Jhon Cena didn´t really care for the human, he had made a promise to not kill humans again and he hadn´t planned to break it soon so he took his leave. And the human continued walking unaware of his disappearance and scared for the absence of monsters. He had been told the dangers of this route, but he needed to sell the grain in the city before the firsts snows which usually comes with the start of the next month and the winter festival which was the next week and the only way to arrive at time to his house was through this route.  

The odd skeleton had exterminated all kind of living beings within the marshes excluding the human and consequentially all the dead energy accumulated in some corpses creating a new kind of monster in the territory, the undead rodent. It was well known between the livings that places like graveyards or battlefields end up being full of dead energy and producing all kind of undead from the corpses, ghouls if the deceased had died recently, zombies if the corpse is rotten, skeletons if only bones remains and finally and only if the soul was really strong and had a great desire for something it could manifest in the form of a ghost.

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Actually it was a question of time after the slaughter of the mammals that the dead energy would condense and form an undead being and Jhon Cena knew it perfectly but he just didn´t care what could happen,  he had promised to not kill humans but it wasn´t his fault if some random undead were to kill them.

But the horde of fluffy ghouls didn´t attack the traveller immediately, they made a short of competition with the apparent objective of deciding the leader of the group, the game they used to compete is called between scholar, “the last one standing will be the leader”, a really straightforward game practised in group since the origin of times with a lot of variants like “who can pee further” or “mine is bigger”. But this game was a little more aggressive than normal, the now not-so-fluffy undead were tearing their pipes and chewing the head of the others, something remarkable since the head of all of them had approximately the same size.

But the break the little devils took wasn´t long and before dawn the were forming reconnaissance groups searching for the poor soul who continued walking with his donkey without rest, trying to complete the 3 days route in  the less time possible.

The fortune wasn´t with the farmer as they found him in half an hour, although he tried to resist they were too fast, too small and he too slow, adding the fact he have only used the scythe for reaping the hay in the farm, he could only swing the weapon one time before an undead rodent teared his pipe with an impossible jump only seen in grasshoppers. But he didn´t die for the bleeding, not for asphyxia but for the lack of organs which appeared magically in the mouth of the little fuckers. This is how the life of the farmer ended, and even though it wasn´t a happy ending, it was fast and a far better treatment than the people who came later would receive.