Homer looked at Sav, hoping she had an answer, but just as she started to say something she stopped and stared at him. She pointed at him and quietly said his name, confusing him even more. “What is it? Are you alright?”
Homer was about to ask again when he heard a howl and a voice yelled for them to run. Before Homer could even blink a pack of wolves burst through the trees and growled at them. Homer turned his head to look at them and noticed it seemed to turn easier, like there was a lack of resistance in his neck. He probably would have found it strange, if he wasn’t distracted by the wolves coming towards them. When one of them was struck by something and fell and dead, and just as they started to move someone else came running into the clearing waving a staff around and yelling.
It did stop the wolves, but only for a second. The stranger called for help, then stopped and called them by their names. “Wait a second, is that…Myles!?” Homer asked. “What’s he talking about? Three days, how long were we unconscious…and why did he throw away his weapon!?”
Before Homer could get any answers the wolves began to move towards him and the others. “L-let’s move!” He began to run, hoping Sav and Myles were behind him. He turned his head when he heard Mitch yell for help, again it seemed to move too easily, but before he could turn his foot got caught on an exposed root and he tripped. For some reason he bounced and tumbled more than he should have, and when he stopped he couldn’t stand up. That’s when he saw a body, his body moving. Without a head. What the hell is happening!?