Helltown

A road familiar

A group of skeleton-like creatures gathered on one of the dump hills. Dirty and malnourished, they moved together in a futile effort of escaping the hog demons' twisted games. The skin on their bony arms was covered in bruises and crud, making them look no different from the rotten human flesh which was their only source of nourishment. Their hair, clothes and teeth have deteriorated out of existence, making it impossible to distinguish between male and female. Their humanity, if they ever had some, was long gone. At this point, they were nothing more than a band of organisms, aimlessly wandering the land they inhabited. Without even the possibility of escape, or death, they chomped on the disgusting remains, completely devoid of any emotions.

The carriage with four strong servants made them scatter. They trudged through the mountains of rotting flesh, groaning and moaning. Cassandra looked through the tinted window. The familiar smell made her nose itch and her lip scrunched up. She w