The Captured Follower

You run past the sarkic as he swings weakly for your leg, you jump and manage to avoid it. You run over and burst out of the front of the tent.
Around you is a camp of leathery tents. A large fire is in the middle with human bodies hanging above it. Around the fire is a large group of sarkics and abominations.
As you run out their many heads turn to face you.