~ Third Person's Point of View ~
A massive number of survivors were running, whimpering as they made an effort to find a safer place to hide. Most of them were carrying their children and all the things they needed.
While some of them were grasping a long cane, on its edge were a sharp, polished blade that can slash around an enemy's neck.
Both fear and eagerness were on their depleted faces. Breathing heavily as they strived to save themselves from the horrifying peril and oppressive death.
Few of the survivors stumbled upon knowing who is behind and keep chasing after them.
Stupefaction was plastered on their dirty and wasted countenance.
"Run faster!" "Ruuuun!"
"Hurry up! Save the children and the elders!"
A loud voice coming from a tall man who was dressed as a hunter echoed around the wide, broad place.
