"No…" The woman cried, moving away from Doma.
"Don't be…" Doma said, but stopped as her head hunched back, about to sneeze. "Acho!"
BAM! The moment Doma sneezed at the woman, she blew her skeleton out of her back, shattering the wagon's door and only leaving a pile of flesh in place.
Doma pulled a handkerchief and cleared her nose. "I should've worn more clothes, but…" She shivered, "But who would bother," She stared at the pile of flesh ahead of her with a smile, "Sorry, you're already dead,"
She walked over the pile of flesh and out of the wagon, leaving a trail of bloodied footprints. Most of the slaves ran away and Yetis are winning, she didn't control the monsters, they were natural predators around here and their presence was a well-kept secret since they were so meticulous about killing everyone and not leaving survivors. Who would survive a gang of ten-foot-tall apes in the middle of freezing snow?
