Declara held the hands of her two youngest waitresses as she ushered her staff ahead of her, a few hundred people were around her as they were herded towards the manor of the noble, she looked around hoping to pick up more familiar faces, but many people she knew were not with them.
The fog gave birth to monsters and the missing people with it. But the people were not the same again. For they were no longer people they knew and loved, they wore a grin that extended to their ears and the sounds they made led people to madness.
She saw fathers and mothers run to missing children and even when they were being killed, they laughed in happiness.
Wives ran to husbands who were killing their children and stayed lost in a daze, waiting their turn, while they were smiling.
They ran to them with open hands to be slaughtered, their faces holding delight, even as they were butchered by their missing kin, their bodies were then fed to the monsters.
