Before editing, I got the picture from DeviantART.com by create-illusions! A simple path can lead to all doom, or being saved.Saved from what, you ask? Saved from the flesh eaters, the undead, zombies if you will. Everything in my small village is controlled by the Protectors and the Guild. A strong fence is the only thing seperating them from us. But isn't that just ironic? You know, there's a thin line from being human and monster, and there's only a line of metal keeping us just like that. But just how long will that fence last? And why can't I get over my curiousity with that path? It seems to call to me like a siren to a sailor; I yearn to visit it. What if I get my wish, but it's the worst way to get it fulfilled?