Haman woke up screaming, as usual. He has had the same dream for weeks now
Fire everywhere, newly dead people eroding due to poison, ravenous beast eating people fight for their lives, and strange, demon-like men adorning blackened beast heads for masks, kidnapping people.
It's not like he could do anything to stop it though, he's been in a hole in the ground for a while year, only being visited by Groth to be spit on him persistently ( he's been bullying him ever since he came to the camp), given food by the hole guards who already eat most of the little food he gets, or to be visited by Alyx, the only girl/being with any sort of sympathy towards his situation. But is not like Haman couldn't fight back or thank anyone, they sliced his vocal chords a while ago, and with so little food, his body has yet to heal.
The moment Haman woke up, other than the scream, he noticed something different about the day', almost like the air was a bit off, and as the day came and the night washed over the land, he kept on smelling a scent of smoke or something of the sort. What really threw him off was that his evening food ration didn't even come which almost never happens. The hole guards take so much pleasure and delight in taking bites out of his food, that there would in no way be a possibility of him not getting at least a crumb.
Haman still waited patiently, being the only thing that he could do. Looking down at the floor, inspecting his poop pile (it wasn't a lot), kicking rocks. until suddenly, some creature jumped on him!
He and the thing struggled and tussled until he could properly see its face, and his heart sank. It was Alyx! " What a warm welcome, Hanson. I see you're exited to see me," Alyx panted, catching he breath from the scuffle.
"Anyways, we need to go, NOW! Some sort of weird bandits with beast masks are killing and abducting everyone, I'm one of the last ones left and-
Ptooey!
A glob of some sticky green liquid lands on Alyx' arm, and she faints almost instantly.
"Al.. Al…" Hanna tried to speak, but he was far too weak to even talk, coupled with his throat injury, he could barely get sounds out, let alone any sensible words.
Ptooey!
Another glob of the strange liquid landed in Haman's eyes, making him half blind. With his little strength, he looks up too see who had done this, and as the last of his vision was going, he sees someone it a demon-like bird beast mask, with blood red and crimson feathers all around it. Then he drops, falling deeper and deeper in sleep...