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Footsteps crunch through dead dry leaves, light and hurried. I rush through, not much caring to take in the surrounding beauty of nature I was deprived of all my life. No destination is set, just a primal need to get far, far away from there.
Suddenly I realize the shade of the old tall trees has disappeared and I look up to find a large valley, surrounded by the vast forest I had been hurrying through.
In the center of the valley is a large ovular wooden wall, different woods being haphazardly hammered together to make a strong but obviously quickly built wall. One has to wonder why such a wall was built in the first place.
From my vantage point, higher up in the valley, I can see ruined buildings littering the inside of the ramparts. I slow my pace and head there, a place to rest, a place for food, and then onward to…farther.
Stepping into the village I instantly realize that the ruins may not have been as abandoned as I once hoped. Voices can be heard from the tower like stone building in the center. I shrink and try to back away only to bump into someone. I squeak and turn around fists raised, but the man behind you smiled, as if ignoring the fact I nearly broke his nose.
He laughs, “Well hello there! Seems another has come to this town as well, lemme guess, not from here?”, the strangely non-falsely optimistic man ruffles your hair, “I’m M, but you can call me Sausage.” He holds out his right hand expectantly.
After a couple seconds of me staring blankly at it, he guides my hand to clasp his and waves it up and down. After that frankly strange encounter I turn to leave, but he splutters:
“Hey wait- you didn’t tell me your name”
“You didn’t ask.”
“Well what is it?”
“….Two.”
Sausage following footsteps pause before the reappear quicker and he’s in front of me.
“What kind of name is Two?!,” he exclaims as if that wasn’t a common name.
“What kind of name is Sausage?,” I counter coolly. He pauses at that and seems to look very perplexed. I take the moment to step to the side and continue out of the rotting town, but get thwarted by him again.
“It happens to be a very distinguished family name, thank you very much. Anyway, where are you going?”
“Away,” I grunt. I’m not sure why he’s so nosy but it’s aggravating.
“Oh no no! You simply must stay! It’s great! We’ve got a doctor, several rich boys, a man with a cursed tongue, a Bigfoot hunter, a vampire hunter, and more!”
I stare at him, perplexed. I don’t know what half of those words mean, let alone why that would make me wanna stay.
Nevertheless he drags me along to the voices. A sense of dread fills my stomach.