Karla screamed in agony as she plummeted into the darkness, her leg snapping painfully as she hit the ground. Her heart raced as she crawled away from the edge, her broken leg throbbing with every movement. The pain was unbearable, and Karla could barely see through her tears. She managed to make it to the wall of the house and propped herself up against it, using all her strength to hold back the tears. Karla glanced up at the window of the attic and saw the Refuse still perched on the roof, its misshapen body trembling in the fog. She was relieved to have escaped, but the pain in her leg was unbearable. She knew she had to find a way to get back to her makeshift camp and tend to her wound, else she would have to be happy to be part of the corpse carousel.

She dragged herself across the ground, her broken leg stinging with every movement. She could feel the cold sweat of fear on her brow as she made her way to the living room, her heart pounding in her chest.

She could hear the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, and she knew it was the Refuse.

She scrambled into the kitchen, her breath coming in shallow gasps, and hid behind the cabinets. She peered out from her hiding place and watched as the Refuse slowly descended the stairs and stood in the middle of the living room. Karla could feel her heart in her throat as she watched the Refuse, its pale skin illuminated by the fire's light.

She was filled with terror and despair, and had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

The Refuse slowly walked around the living room, its long, thin arms reaching out as if searching for something. Its misshapen body was hunched over, trembling with pain and agony. Karla held her breath, not daring to make a sound. She heard the Refuse's heavy footsteps coming closer, and she was filled with dread. She wanted to scream, to run away, but she knew that if the Refuse noticed her she would be doomed. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She closed her eyes and waited for the Refuse to pass by, her body trembling in fear.

She watched as it stopped in front of the fireplace, its head tilting to one side as if it was listening to something.

Karla felt her heart racing as she watched the Refuse, her mind flashing back to its behaviour in the village. It had seemed so harmless then, but now it seemed so menacing and powerful. She shivered in fear, knowing that the Refuse had the power to take her life in an instant. She watched as it slowly walked towards the kitchen, and she felt her breath catch in her throat as it stopped just a few feet away from her hiding place. She closed her eyes and held her breath, praying that it wouldn't spot her. Suddenly, she heard a loud crash as the Refuse suddenly smashed its fist against the wall. Karla let out a gasp as she watched it stumble backwards, its misshapen body trembling in pain. Then, without warning, the Refuse suddenly turned and disappeared up the stairs, leaving Karla alone in the kitchen. She let out a sigh of relief and slumped against the wall, her body trembling from the shock.

Karla slowly got to her feet, her leg aching from the pain of her broken bone. She limped out of the kitchen and made her way to the living room, her mind running through the events of the past few hours. She shivered as she remembered the way it had looked at her, the power in its gaze. She knew it was dangerous and she had to be careful. She tried to rationalize its behaviour, to understand why it had acted the way it had.

Was it just scared and trying to find a way out, or was there something else at play? Karla wasn't sure, but she knew she had to be prepared. She reached into her pocket and felt a small, metal object – a flint. She took it out and held it tightly in her hand, her mind racing with possibilities. The flint would be useful in defending herself if the Refuse attacked again, but would it be enough? She had to find a way to protect herself, but how?

Karla's mind reeled as she tried to make sense of the Refuse's behaviour. She had seen it in the village, and now it seemed to be following her. Was it really just scared and trying to find a way out, or was there something more sinister at play?

She thought back to the list of supplies in the letter she had found. The list of supplies may have been written by the survivors, as a way of preparing for the Refuse's arrival. It had mentioned a source of heat, and Karla realized that the Refuse seemed to be drawn to warmth. Was it searching for warmth, or was it searching for something else? She thought back to the strange pattern of corpses she had found in the house.

The strange pattern of corpses could indicate that the Refuse was drawn to the human soul… Hear her out, It is possible that the Refuse was searching for a source of warmth, or perhaps a spiritual connection with the souls of the deceased. The corpses may have been arranged in a circle as a way of summoning the souls or as a form of reverence by the surviving villagers. Whatever the reason, it was possible that the Refuse was drawn to the human soul. Could it be that the Refuse was drawn to the human soul? She shuddered at the thought and clutched the flint tightly in her hand.

Karla slowly limped her way back to her makeshift camp, her mind racing with possibilities. She could feel the pain in her leg intensifying with every step, and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. She knew she had to do something to stop the bleeding, or else she would bleed out before she could get help. She stumbled into the living room, her vision blurred from the pain, and threw her bag onto the floor. She frantically rummaged through her bag, looking for something to help her tend to her wound.

Her hands were shaking as she pulled out her knife and a piece of cloth from her bag.

She took a deep breath and steeled herself for the pain, then carefully cut the cloth into strips.

She took one of the strips and wrapped it tightly around her leg, wincing as the cloth dug into her skin.

She gritted her teeth and continued wrapping the cloth, her eyes glued to the floor.

Once she had finished wrapping her leg, she took out her flint and placed it on the floor. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then struck the flint with her knife. Sparks flew from the flint, and Karla quickly grabbed the cloth and pressed it against the wound. She gasped as the cloth seared her skin and the smell of burning flesh filled the air. She could feel the heat radiating from the cloth, and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. She held the cloth against her leg, her whole body trembling with pain.

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Tears streamed down her face as she endured the pain, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. She held the cloth against her leg for what felt like an eternity, until finally the pain began to subside.

When Karla finally removed the cloth from her leg, she was relieved to see that the wound had stopped bleeding. She wrapped the remaining cloth strips around her leg, tying them tightly to form a makeshift bandage.

Karla's heart raced as she heard the loud footsteps of the Refuse echoing through the house. She had to find a way to escape, but her leg was in too much pain for her to move quickly. She glanced around the room, her mind racing with possibilities. Suddenly, her eyes fell on the fireplace. The fire was still burning and the heat was radiating from it. She realized that the Refuse had been drawn to the warmth of the fire earlier, and she hoped that it would be drawn to it again.

Karla moved as quickly as she could, her leg aching with every step. She stumbled over to the fireplace, her eyes glued to the stairs. She could hear the heavy footsteps of the Refuse, steadily coming closer. She threw a few more logs into the fire, and the flames grew bigger, the heat radiating from them. She backed away, her heart pounding in her chest, and waited.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped and Karla heard a loud intake. She glanced up and saw the Refuse standing at the bottom of the stairs, its misshapen body trembling in the fire's light. She watched as it slowly walked towards the fireplace, its long arms reaching out as if it was searching for something. It stopped in front of the fireplace and seemed to be mesmerized by the flames, its body trembling with pain and agony.

Karla held her breath, not daring to make a sound. She watched as the Refuse slowly backed away, its head tilting to one side as if it was listening to something. It slowly moved away from the fireplace and made its way back up the stairs, its heavy footsteps echoing through the house.

Karla watched in amazement as the Refuse slowly backed away from the fireplace, its head tilted to one side as if it was listening to something. She had assumed that the Refuse was drawn to the warmth of the fire, but now she wondered if there was more to it. Could it be that the Refuse was drawn to something else?

Karla was filled with curiosity as she watched the Refuse slowly make its way back up the stairs. She had read about the Refuse, and she knew that they were said to possess powerful abilities. Could it be that the Refuse was listening for something supernatural? Could it be that the Refuse was able to detect the presence of otherworldly beings? Karla shivered as she thought of the possibilities.

As the Refuse disappeared up the stairs, Karla was left wondering what it had heard. Was it the voice of the dead, calling out from the afterlife? Or was it the whispers of a mysterious being, hidden in the fog? Karla had no way of knowing, and she was filled with a sense of wonder as she contemplated the possibilities.

Karla was filled with confusion and uncertainty. She had assumed that the Refuse was a mindless monster, but now she was beginning to suspect that there was more to it than met the eye. She decided to take a closer look at the creature and carefully crept up the stairs. She peered through the door and spotted the Refuse standing in the middle of the room, its misshapen body illuminated by the moonlight.

Karla watched as the Refuse slowly moved around the room, its long arms reaching out as if it was searching for something. She noticed that it seemed to be drawn to certain objects, and she wondered what it was looking for. Suddenly, her eyes widened as she realized that the Refuse was drawn to the empty beds.

Karla slowly stepped into the room, her heart pounding in her chest. The Refuse turned to face her, its pale skin illuminated by the moonlight. She could feel its gaze burning into her, and she had to fight the urge to turn and run. She took a deep breath and stepped closer, her mind racing with possibilities. She stopped a few feet away from the Refuse, and she was surprised to see that it seemed to be trembling in fear. She realized that the Refuse was not a mindless monster, but a frightened creature, and she felt a wave of compassion wash over her.

Karla slowly reached out her hand and the Refuse flinched, its misshapen body trembling in fear. She took a deep breath and slowly moved her hand closer, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, the Refuse reached out its long arm and gently touched her hand, its cold skin sending a chill down her spine.

Karla watched in amazement as the Refuse slowly stepped away, its misshapen body trembling in fear.

Karla watched as the Refuse slowly reached out its long arm, its hand trembling as it hovered in front of her. She could feel its gaze burning into her, and she could almost sense the desperation in its eyes.

She could feel her mind probed.

Behind the static and agonies, she found something. Enduring the feeling of her head being clawed, she tried to read. The Refuse had a vague memory of a life he once lived ********************* he couldn't be sure if it was real or ****************** just a ********* dream***?. All he could remember ************ was a murky feeling of loneliness and despair that he couldn't shake. *************************** He felt like he was ********* something important ****** he could never quite put his finger on ***************************************************************************************************************************************************************************. Was he missing someone? A place? He just couldn’t ******.

An empty room with a window, just a way more formal place than it should, who was it, on the other side, her face, her skin, her hair. Someone important, someone he shouldn’t forget. Everything, she’s everything to him. Why couldn’t he? The pages of his torn journals, they described her, yet nothing appears, not even a strand of her voice, her feelings, her name? Who was she? Page 24, page 108, page 238, page 987, remember the day of her birth, don’t him? The time he dunked her face on a mass of mosels? Who was she? Why is she so dear to ‘him’?

Why couldn’t the torn pages make him feel the same again?

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Suddenly, a blinding white light split the room.

Karla screamed and shielded her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. When the light finally faded and Karla was able to look up, she was met with a horrific sight. The Refuse was split in two, its misshapen body lying lifeless on the floor. Karla was filled with horror and she stumbled backwards. Smoke filled the room from the broken wall.

Karla stood in shock as she stared at the lifeless body of the Refuse. She couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

The smoke slowly began to dissipate and Karla was met with a horrific sight. Standing in the middle of the room was an undead knight, its armor rusting and covered in dust. Its face was hidden beneath a dark helmet, and its body seemed to be radiating a strange and eerie energy. Karla was filled with terror as she watched the knight, unable to move or speak. It slowly raised its arm and pointed its sword at her, and Karla could feel her heart racing in her chest. The knight slowly advanced towards her, its steps echoing through the room and its armor clanging against the floor. Karla was filled with fear and she could feel her body trembling. She was paralyzed with terror and could only watch as the knight slowly advanced towards her, its sword still pointed at her. The knight stopped just a few feet away from her and slowly lowered its sword, its head still hidden beneath its helmet. Karla could feel her heart pounding in her chest and she slowly backed away, her mind racing with possibilities. What did this creature want? What was it doing here? Was it here to take her life, or was it here to offer her something else? Karla had no way of knowing, all she knew is that Refuse is a vessel of memories.