My breathe, was cut short as I look up, horrify at the fate of which be-falls my own race. The stench of decay and rotten bodys are suffocating, as I begin to gasp for a breath of fresh air. "KIll them! let none escape!" Rasp the voice of the Hated man. His eyes are black and filled with, pure evilness and hatred. In anger, he glare's at me, raising his blood stain sword. Is this, the end of my life?