Darkness... Running from the unknown. Trees, lots of trees blocking his escape, and skewering Atwell's mad dash towards safety. Shrouded figures stalking throughout the night, slipping between the trees, their minds set on one thing; Atwell. Red eyes narrowing, they started closing in on him, gleaming teeth visible through their overhanging, pasty flaps of skin.

 Gurgling noises emanated from somewhere within the crowd, as they parted, revealing a creature bigger than all else, which they all seemed to be following. It slithered forth, and in doing so, revealed a truly horrific sight. Three sunken, red eyes were set into a bulbous, blobby white head. Layers of skin concealed its mouth, but Atwell could make out the black lips, circular mouth, lined with flat, bulky teeth. It's torso, however, bore some resemblance to that of a human's, but in the place of where ribs would normally be, there were three broken off white bones, oozing an unknown liquid. 

Atwell quickly established that this was their leader, whilst also unsheathing his small knife from his back pocket. To his surprise, the creature did not attack him, but instead came closer, and closer, making indistinct gestures to the book that Atwell had strapped to his makeshift belt. Atwell backed up, not wanting to come into close contact with the beast, but it seemed to have other ideas, pushing Atwell back until his back was pressed against the rugged bark of the tree. The creature's eyes widened as if it was shocked, or even petrified, then slowly started to open its fleshy maw, skin curling back, revealing the purple inside of its mouth, the back of the throat contracting as if it was about to do something. Before the brute could harm him, Atwell dashed through a small opening at the bottom of the tree, running in a zigzag pattern away from the creatures. 

Midway through his dash, the biggest one, which Atwell assumed was the king, opened his mouth, and croaked out one, mottled word... "Help"