A chilly day for Migration: Day 3~
Oh god. Oh, oh god.
Today, we back on the path, heading to the path of Migration, when...
They hit.
We didn't know what was going on a first, but these things.. they started pouring out of the cave around us, grabbing penguins and dragging them into the huge red hill that was nearby. We tried to push on through and outrun them, but penguins are not fast creatures.
They were like spiders, but pink-red, huge, and disgusting.
Elder Pengu tried to hold them off, snapping at them with his fearsome beak. He held a few at bay for a while... But then there were just too many. Oh, god...
The few of us left kept pushing on, trying to clear our minds of the sight. But it was no hope. I turned... And there was one right in front of me. I could see its fangs, dripping a nasty yellow fluid as it looked at me with bloody eyes. Then it lunged.
But before it got me, a large leather shoe came down on its head. The foot twisted, grinding the creature into the ground as its legs twitched and writhed, trying to escape. But it was to no avail.
I looked up my savior. He was tall, and wore a coat the same color as the snow swirling around us. In his hand was an odd, rectangular knife. More of the things swarmed around, and as the Stranger was fighting them, I heard a Bang! and one of them exploded into red goop. I looked up, and could barely make out through the thick snow a glint of green eyes underneath a white hood. In his hands was a Musket, his weapon.
The two Strangers kept fighting for a while, and eventually the horde of monsters thinned out and retreated. I am bloody and tired, and must sleep now. Hopefully in the morning I will wake up and it will have all been a dream. Hopefully.