"Move in a straight file, don't scatter yourselves, all we have to do is reach the gate and ….." This had been what the leader of the reinforcement group had been shouting as he held up a flaming torch before his head was cleanly sliced off his head.
The suddenness of the man's death had been so shocking that his soaring head stole their attention for quite a few seconds, but when a few more bodies began rapidly dropping, people's survival instincts kicked in and all hell broke loose.
With fear gripping their hearts, people began running away from the areas cursed with the dropping heads, but what they didn't know was that despite the culprit of the mysterious killings having been too lax and lazy to assist his partner in setting up the traps, he knew where they all were and had no difficulty in coercing his prey into running into them.
