they were hungry, cold, tired.
the only thing keeping them going was..well, they weren't even sure themselves.
A group of seven,maybe eight people, walking down the mountain.
from far away, you couldn't even tell them apart from the snow.their clothes were all covered in pure white anyway.
The group finally reached down.
The old familiar town waiting for them.
though as they approached, a rotten smell welcomed them at the gates.
everything in town looked
untouched. No stores opened. even though it was way past early morning.
no kids playing by the fountain. This couldn't be any further from a good sign.
Still,there must be an explanation for this. Nothing happens overnight for no good reason at all.
Terrified, yet strangely quiet.no one even dared to address the obvious, all of them walked to the townhall. there was still no sound. With a little push, the door easily opens, guiding them in.
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