The Captured Follower
You unzip the tent and step out. Outside you see a group of eight or so figures walking nearby. Many of them are inhuman. Slouched over with spines, having extra arms, their eyes glistening in an alien way.
You cover a scream as they walk. You move slightly and one of them turns their head, staring where you were moments before. You cover your mouth with your back up against a large overturned log.
You hear them speak in a raspy snaky voice that burns your throat to hear. "Stop."
You hear the creature walking nearer. Then you hear a sound like a sword. It cuts and cuts. So many slashes in the single second. Muffled screams as a knife is buried into a throat. You glance over the log.
A figure stands there. Their skin glows in the moonlight a shiny silver color. They glance up at you.
"I'm sorry... There will be consequences to my actions." Then they are gone. Twisted bodies lie around the empty field ahead. Torn and broken. You throw up, then return to your tent. Hoping its a dream. In the morning you discover it isn't.
Ending: The silver of the broken sword
You cover a scream as they walk. You move slightly and one of them turns their head, staring where you were moments before. You cover your mouth with your back up against a large overturned log.
You hear them speak in a raspy snaky voice that burns your throat to hear. "Stop."
You hear the creature walking nearer. Then you hear a sound like a sword. It cuts and cuts. So many slashes in the single second. Muffled screams as a knife is buried into a throat. You glance over the log.
A figure stands there. Their skin glows in the moonlight a shiny silver color. They glance up at you.
"I'm sorry... There will be consequences to my actions." Then they are gone. Twisted bodies lie around the empty field ahead. Torn and broken. You throw up, then return to your tent. Hoping its a dream. In the morning you discover it isn't.
Ending: The silver of the broken sword
