Maynard and the others were catching their breaths when they finished. They stood triumphant in a mountain of bodies that were turning into ash in the light of the rising sun.
He wipes the blood and mud that was on his face, spitting at the corpses that were now disintegrating in front of him. His hands were trembling, almost feeling numb from the hours of fighting against those beings.
All of them were still a bit in shock, not believing that they were actually so many of the foul creatures, and they all attacked at once. Such a phenomenon was unheard of that it caught them by surprise.
“Everyone good?” He asks.
Checking on every person who was in his group. It was a four-man team, so he ended worrying, seeing only two were there with him.
“Where is Kyle?” Beatrice looked around for
