As she turned the corner of the main street, her run from the creature faltered. The smell from earlier should have prepared her for the sight of corpses littering the street. She paused for seconds and then realized she would be dead herself if she hesitated anymore at this sight. It would be through the dead, for her now, where salvation existed. Nyx ran between the corpses in hopes to escape. What had befallen the lifeless was not something to fear, but it was difficult not to as she saw their lifeless gazes upon her. She ran; the smell of rot danced in the air, filling her nostrils. One
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