The Foe Craft (Short Stories)

The Melancholy That Remains

A blank fires into the night sky that holds no stars tonight and 17 teens and adults race into the plain opens of an unknown southern state, 14 seconds and another blank fires into an empty sky; a family of screaming and howling crazies chase the victims into the desert some being stuck in bear traps get picked off fast with spiked bats, axes, shovels, and etc. A boy and his brother by the names of Henry and Trent chuckle and gallop towards the limping or crawling people Henry winds up his shovel and brings it down on someone stuck in a bear trap and Trent shoves one of his homemade pipe bombs in the mouth of a crawling girl who escaped from a bear trap. A carnival with bright lights sits in the distance one woman slowly making her way to it "Trent go!" Henry yells and Trent charges at the shrieking woman with his small wooden hatchet while Henry walks. Trent howls as he cripples the woman and she screams but Trent covers her mouth before the carnival goers Trent puts a finger to his lips "shhhhh" she nods but whispers her words "P-please let me go I have a child" Trent puts on a pouty taunting face "I-I won't tell anyone" Trent bends down "I know you won't" he chuckles "but I really want to kill you"