In the bloodied forest, dawn soon came along and there wasn't a single sign of life except for the gory scene surrounding Andreas. His body was totally roughed up and his healing factor was considerably slowed as he was exposed to silver as well as wolfsbane. His body was covered in several injuries, and many were gangrenous.
He hadn't slept all night and he was conscious throughout the pain and agony. He was too weak to scream, but every second he had the feeling to do so. Dried blood covered the grass, that was dying alongside with him.
The stench that surrounded him was a smell of burnt, dead, infected flesh. His eyes continued to look at the ground as he was too weak to give glances at his surroundings.
However, as he looked up, he saw the blurred image of a man who was around 6'5 in height.
"Andreas, get up." He said, slotting a silver ring over one of his remaining fingers.
