[Short story] Faster.

[skyleaf]

Eikka the Vagabond hunter, a hermit I encountered earlier in the wilderness, a trustworthy bear-hunting companion of mine.
Died. Not far outside the village we decided to make a temporarily stop.
I ran, blood was still scattered on ground. Then became a trail too long that lead to his still warm corpse.
Throat got torn wide open, eyes staring forward, hands won't let go his handaxe. 
I wish I could run faster.

[skyleaf]

Oskari the child, curiously ask why I made the big deadfall trap. "To outsmart, not outrun" I said.
Screams, swears and growls exploded behind me, from the center of the village, all of sudden.
I ran, unleashed my hounds, hands on my bow and arrows. Only to find it is too far, no windows to shoot.
Men and women were slaughtered by the beasts, boys and dogs tried hard to save them, only to be overran. 
In split of seconds, chaos became silent bloodshed.



I wish I could run faster.