Excerpt: TBA

Sarah ran until her legs screamed, she could feel the heat behind her as her village, her home, burned. She could only hear the sounds of her own heart throb and gasps of breath between her sobs. She continued to run until her foot landed awkwardly on a wayside rock causing her ankle to twist and her body to fall into an awkward pile. She wanted to just lay there and cry but even now, in the back of her mind, she knew she had to keep moving to avoid capture.
Gritting her teeth and forcing herself to breath she crawled off the side of the road and slowly pulled herself up. The pain in her ankle added to the chorus of sensations that turned this night into a living hell, she knew if it wasn’t for her tough skin shoes it would be swelling up to the size of a fruit basket right now. She hobbled along the side of the road regardless of her foot.
It wasn’t long before she could hear the barbaric laughter of blood drunk savages coming up the road, she quickly left the dirt track and veered into the thick forest that surrounded her home, hoping to avoid detection. There was no way she’d make it out of the high cliff pass before they got there, her only hope was the old mine shaft, they’d drilled right through the mountain so she might be able to make it through to Portmast… that’s if the undead didn’t get her.
She shuddered at the thought, but kept going anyway. It didn’t sound like anyone had followed her and though her ankle seemed to be getting worse she dared herself to hope she might actually make it.