In A Strange Land
A distant explosion rocked the ground below Sam’s feet. “That doesn’t sound right” he thought. Birds erupted from the trees, squawking and flapping in a flurry of confusion. In the commotion, Sam almost didn’t notice the silhouette staggering through the tree-line in the corner of his eye. However, he couldn’t possibly mistake the heavy stench of death that followed on the breeze only a moment later. His face coiled in disgust as he turned in the direction of the wind. A dozen more figures were following the first through the trees and some more appeared further down the road. The gnawing thought that had been at the back of his mind since the ambush had finally garnered more attention and he realised that these weren’t normal people. Surrounded, but evidently not noticed just yet, Sam backed into the other tree-line just enough to be camouflaged to a degree, but not enough to lose track of the road. He continues to follow the path for lack of a better choice, keeping a cautious eye on his new friends.