#4

“Everything’s ok sir, we’re going to get you out of here.”

Sam slowly started to get set, but suddenly found the man’s hands clutching at his shoulders like a vice. The man lurched at him, his mouth wide open, his burned face showing no signs of pain, drool dripping from his teeth. His eye lids had been burned off and with each groan his eyes rolled back into his head. Sam’s hand shot up around the man’s chest, pushing him back.

“Sir, stop! Sir, I can’t help you if you act like this. I’m here to get you out of here. Let me help you sir. Let me help you!”

Suddenly the room was engulfed in flames, and the only exit was about to become sealed, and this room, their tomb if Sam didn’t act quickly. But how could he when he was fighting this man. The man was rolling around underneath his body, and trying any way possible to actually bite him. He had never seen anything like this at all. The woman, still clutching something in her hand , held a bar in her other. As suddenly as she had appeared behind them, the pipe came down across the fire driven insane man’s head. His skull crushed under the force of the blow, his body quickly went limp. His eyes dull, went dark and there was no longer any movement from him. Sam sat there, staring as the woman walked to him, placed a vial of what seemed like blood in his hand.

“I have helped to create this thing, take this vial, it will be everything they need to stop what is about to happen.” She turned around and walked into the flames, never looking back. Sam dropped the vial and ran out of the room, it shattering on the ground.

“They’re dead.” It’s all he said he could say.

Sam shook his head, and looked around. The sun would be coming up soon and Mara was still sleeping. He sighed heavily. He couldn’t help but think back on that night, and wonder what would have happened if he had just kept his head, then maybe, all this death and destruction could have all been avoided. He needed to catch a few hours of sleep before the sun came up. He sat down beside Mara, his back propped up against the wall, his axe, laying across his lap, he closed his eyes, slowly falling asleep.