With my journey down the hill, the sun appears to be resting higher in the sky then it did previously. Hopefully, by the time I make it to the path that the sun will still be in the sky.

My feet are sore and my hands are getting blistered from having to climbing down, as this side of the hill is more inclined then the face I walked up of.

My breath becoming more and more laboured, taking breaks every couple minutes to sit down and look at the horizon as it turns the final corner before it leaves my sight. A thought occurs as the sun finally leaves me

I sure am unfit.

I sigh, resting on the relatively flat surface as my legs dangle off the edge and look upon the sky as it turns black. I feel as if something is missing from this view, but I cannot place my finger on it as the sea of darkness is parted by a red circle that begins its ascent to the middle of the sky.

It’s presence making me feel a sinking feeling inside myself.

“Somethings not right...”, as the feeling slowly starts to strangle me and breathing itself slowly starts to become laboured, is this a trick of the mind or is this moon to blame?

I get up and look upon the coming forest that lays before the path I seek, as I see the leaves of trees rustling and roars from an unknown animal that I have never heard before.

The sound so loud that it was almost as if it was waiting at the bottom for me.

Another roar is made, farther out as the sound itself sounds much quieter in comparison.

A signal? I wonder, as the rustling of laves becomes very noticeably organized as the trees themselves seem to rustle and moves towards one item

This feeling of strangulation slowly fading as the farther these things make their way away.

I look upon the path to see moving lights, tightly packed and moving quickly to the direction where the sun left the sky.

However, the animals are much quicker, as the lights quickly become dispersed or become snuffed out.

The sinking feeling reaching its max, as I realize what I have witnessed.

I cannot put it into words, or I fear that I would somehow attract their attention despite the distance between the path and I.

I stay away from the ledge and curl up and keep my eyes away from the view.

I begin to feel my senses start to betray me as my heart beat drowns out the sounds around me. My breathing becoming much faster, as the feeling of my head becoming dizzy and lightheaded slowly sets itself upon me.

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And then...Nothing.

The feeling of the void takes me once more.

Am I dead?

I wonder to myself, as I let out a small chuckle that I know leaves my mouth but I cannot hear.

That would be such a pathetic way to die, curled up like a baby after witnessing the end of lives

I must of passed out from hyperventilation, as I rub my non-existent temples.

I might as well try to piece together some of my memories once more while I wait to wake up.

I find that as I look upon memories that the grey mist that clouds them slowly begins to dissipate, of course not at amazing rates but noticeably so, as I look upon certain memories that always interested me.

However, the faces are still blocked out, but what is said slowly becomes heard.

Screeches slowly becoming very choppy greetings, but conversations that I find only seem to screech as it once did.

I am sure that with time, this problem will fade as well.

I feel a pull, as the light chases away the darkness and makes it way to my eyes as it did before.

My eyelids slowly pry open to the view of dirt in my face, the coldness piercing my skin.

I exhale to discover the cold mist that leaves it, and I rise from my bed of dirt to feel the sun upon my skin as it warms me greatly.

I take a moment to warm up and look upon the path once more, I must make my way there and I hope that those things from the night before are long gone.

I begin my descent once more, and find that it is much easier than the day prior as I have much more energy.

Making my way to the path, I see the mark of the beasts. The trees have claw marks somewhat deep, but not as deep as my blade can go as my cleaver reaches halfway into the marks left behind. The closer I get to the path, the more claw marks become apparent, and even some trees having been ripped to shreds as I realize I must be walking in the middle of war path these animals made to get to their prey.

I see the path as the nearby trees have been toppled over. These animals must have been hulking and knocked them over, or maybe there were just so many of them that their force was enough to do so.

I decide not to ponder on it as my breathing becomes quicker once more, and I begin to take a few deep breathes to calm myself enough to continue making my way to the path.

I reach the path as the sun reaches its highest point once more.

I do not wish to view the carnage as I try to make my way towards the direction the lights attempted to move, but my eyes cannot stop themselves as I feel an intense curiosity to look upon it.

However, what I see is not a blood bath and destruction, but rather skeletons and surrounding shredded clothes that appear to have major red stains that look dry, possibly torn off in the ensuing feeding frenzy that occurred among the creatures after the deed. Those things must have picked these poor souls clean, so I can only assume it was many of them as I would prefer many small things over fewer, but still many, big things.

It would be best to try and find something since I won’t puke from looking at them

I swallow my inner feelings of disgust towards myself, as I realize I must take something from the dead if I am too survive any future encounters.

I look around and go the shredded clothes left behind by the creatures who had no need for them. I pick them up, my eyes always looking at the dry patches of blood as if they could leap off the clothes and onto me. After some investigation, I find the blood to have dyed the clothes in its colour as the blood itself is not dry and the clothes do not feel wet from the blood.

Strange, but I continue looking into pockets and finding nothing of interest.

They carried no weapons either, as I look around the surroundings and find nothing of value.

These people stood no chance from the onslaught that approached.

I sigh to myself as the tears slowly try to gather at the tips of my eyes, I control my breathing once more and calm myself. I begin walking in the direction they walked in.

For I can only hope that they walked in the direction of salvation.