Editor: CatrecuerIRL
As Carlos stood before Anna's lifeless body, a profound sadness engulfed him. He knew that time was of the essence, that they couldn't afford to wait any longer. Reluctantly, Carlos turned away from Anna and joined the rest of the villagers who were anxiously waiting to leave the ruins. "We can't stay here any longer," Carlos urged, his voice filled with grief. "We have to move, the Bulla is closing in." The villagers nodded solemnly, their eyes reflecting the collective sorrow of losing someone so brave and selfless. They formed a somber procession, marching through the forest with heavy hearts and the weight of their loss on their shoulders. As they traveled, a haunting silence fell upon the group. The only sounds that broke through the melancholy were the rustling leaves underfoot and the occasional hushed murmurs of the villagers. Suddenly, a spine-chilling shriek pierced the air, making the villagers freeze in their tracks. They recognized the sound all too well—it was the blood-curdling shriek of the Bulla. The villagers exchanged anxious glances, their grief momentarily pushed aside as the immediate danger reawakened their survival instincts. "We have to keep moving," Carlos said, his voice laced with urgency. "We can't let the Bulla catch up to us." With renewed determination, the villagers pressed on, their pace quickening as they fled deeper into the forest. Fear gripped their hearts, knowing that the Bulla—who had already demonstrated its immense power—was relentlessly pursuing them. As they ran, Carlos's mind couldn't help but drift back to Anna's lifeless body left behind in the ruins. Guilt and sorrow washed over him. He had been forced to leave her behind, unable to give her a proper farewell. His thoughts were interrupted by a deafening thud as something heavy hit the ground nearby. The villagers froze in terror as they saw Anna's body being thrown at them by an unseen force. The Bulla had found them. The villagers scattered in all directions as Carlos tried to shield Anna's body from harm. He knew that they couldn't let it fall into the Bulla's hands again. But it was too late—the Bulla had already caught up to them. The creature loomed over them, its eyes filled with malice and hunger. Its breath was hot and fetid against their faces as it roared with fury. The villagers cowered in fear as they realized that this time, there was no escape from its wrath.
