He stood up straight and was glancing at a dozen arrows aimed his way. The Anchors! Why were they doing this?
It was clear to anyone that Elijah wouldn't be able to get out of this alive. He shouted up to Mark in the watchtower to remain there. That was the best he could do before perishing. Try to warn his people.
He lifted his hands to shield his face and stared the arrow down. Just before the closest Anchor released his bow, Elijah saw something behind him. The open gate! How could he be so stupid? He lunged towards it, intending to close the doors or die trying. He couldn't allow these bad people access to all of their resources.
His abrupt movement startled the Anchor, and with a twitch the arrow stuck into Elijah's shoulder. He howled in agony and pushed ahead, focusing on the doors. He sliced his knife into the heart of a man blocking his path, pushing him aside. He was quickly closing on the gate. He could make it, and close it from the outside so it'd lock. At least then he wouldn't have died for nothing.
But he'd wasted time. The Anchor had had time to take aim again. Just before the second arrow pierced his stomach, Elijah saw the grey-clothed Anchors slipping into the courtyard. He died with the echo of screams in his head.
The Anchors, the only protection citizens of a small town have ever relied on, have gone rouge. Dozens of resourceful townspeople manage an escape after the Anchors' destruction, and Maya, the daughter of the only healer suddenly finds herself on a treacherous voyage through miles of woods to seek refuge in a rumored seaside village, accompanied by a badly injured sister and a one-armed fisherman.
Slowly, as one by one members of their group start to show dangerous symptoms, they realize that surviving may be harder than they originally thought. Something is causing their numbers to decline, and the shoreline village may not be as safe as it seems.
Started On December 31st, 2014
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