CHAPTER 6: ESCAPE THE HOARD(4)
It was getting to sunset, and word got around the camp that scavenger teams 6 and 8 were missing.
The usual routes are safe thanks to the hunting group clearing out all the predators. So either they lost their way, which is highly doubtful, or —
Before I could finish my thought, loud growls could be heard from outside the camp's barricade walls.
We all went out to check.
Groups of goblins with the dead members of the missing scavenger groups, with their guts spilled out, and their bodies showing signs of torture, were impaled on spikes.
I almost puked at the sight, and from the looks of it I wasn't the only one, and a few others actually did.
The goblins, seeing this, couldn't hide their sadistic laughs.
A leafing goblin riding a Jaguar with bone piercings on its nose, ears, and chin started growling in their strange language, saying something none of us could understand.
We all turned to look at the camp leader, who remained calm, along with all the members of the hunting group.
The goblin leader snickered as it left with the other goblins, leaving behind the corpses as if it were a pardon gift.
After they left, some people's legs collapsed on the floor, and others still silently stared.
Like a cruel twisted joke, the tower's voice just alerted the remaining survivors.
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"Bury the bodies and prepare to defend the camp" the camp leader's voice boomed, waking everyone up from their own thoughts.
His authoritative tone made people follow, although they were reluctant, which he didn't seem to mind.
"Finn, how do you plan to solve this?" A redhead female of the hunting group asked.
"If this matter isn't taken seriously everyone's life could be at risk".
Her words brought panic to everyone including me.
Finn just stared at her, then the crowd, and said, "No one will make it out alive if we leave the camp, and if we stay, the goblins will still attack us. It's your choice whether you choose to stay or leave, no one's stopping you.
And if you stay, you will be taught basic spearmanship with what little time we have, defending the camp hoping to see another day.
The choice is yours to make". His cold demeanor silenced any complaints as he walked back to his tent, and the people parted away from his path.
Before he entered his tent, he turned around and looked at a muscled, bald, black guy as he asked him," Jeremy, train the people's basic weaponry to the best of your ability, and let Carmel fortify the camp.
Also, start fires to keep extra watch at night, they always attack during those times".
He didn't even wait for a response before entering his tent.
Spears were sharpened, clubs were made, and the barricades were further strengthened by the long tree trunks carefully piled up to make a makeshift wall.
I joined Jeremy's training lessons, and as he demonstrated the moves, my body corrected them whenever I made a mistake.
A smile formed on my face until I overheard the others talking about the same feeling.
Maybe this had something to do with Jeremy's mythos.
Nighttime came, and everyone was on edge. My grip on the spear tightened so hard it felt like it would fuse into my palm.
Somehow I was also on night watch.
Every rustle of the bush alerted me, would I be one of the first people to die?
~Rustle!
~Rustle!
Faint noises scared me to the point that I twisted so hard stabbing the air, only to fall.
A female approached me, "Are you feeling okay?" She asked about it.
"I've had night duty before don't worry, they're always boring" she grinned trying to comfort me
She stretched her hand out to me, and I reached out to grab hers. "Thanks," I smiled back.
Only for an arrow to lodge itself in her head.
A horn rang out and arrows kept flying at us.
Thankfully, the barricades blocked most of them, but not all were lucky.
The arrows stopped, and just as I raised my head a goblin climbed over the barricades and jumped at me.
I instinctively thrust the spear, killing it immediately.
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Other goblins tried climbing the barricade but they were quickly killed before they could.
Other people from the camp finally came, but the goblins' numbers felt unending.
The arrows that were occasionally shot didn't help either.
The tower's voice kept ringing in my ear of my victory but my body tuned it out as it kept thrusting the spear like a machine desperately.
And to make it worse it started to rain just now. The cold water soaking my clothes and the mud on the floor making leg movement a difficult task.