It’s been a half-hour since I’ve laid eyes on him. That’s not really much of a problem since a blind man could easily follow his foul stench. It’s also pretty hard to miss the large trail he’s cut into the mountainside. Broken branches, entire trees, and dead animals litter the ground in a straight line.
Does he know I’m following him?
By the look of it, he doesn’t care.
Passing a sloppy mound of shredded flesh is a powerful reminder of what efficient killing machines these things are. It also makes me curious why he didn’t do that to the girl back in town. Why drag her all the way up here when he could’ve just finished her back in town? He could have even grabbed a few more on the way out. Not that that would have been a good...
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