2.4

Waking up was easy for Petrus this morning. The screaming men around him did a good job with that. Disoriented he sat up and wondered what all the commotion was about. Mere seconds later his eyes found first the head by the fireplace and it's body a few meters away the other way across the room. He immidiatly recognised Job and was awestruck by the whole image. What his eyes come to freeze on was the expression on Jobs face, it was something about the fear in it and the expression of knowledge untold, or in Jobs case, unscreamed.
- We bring the head, leave the body. Quick, gather our belongings, we are leaving now!
His three remaining companions were quick to follow his orders. Dry, hanging clothes were gathered, the fire smothered and the tins and cans collected. Within five minutes they were out the door and setting up the horses to the carts.
- No good can come from this town, Petrus said, only death lives here now. Lets go as the wind.
Only now Petrus realised that the storm had eased, it still did fall a little rain but it was a mere trickle compared to yesterday and in some places in the sky the sun broke through the clouds. Not that Petrus took much joy in this, his mind was firmly set on getting as far as possible between themselves and this town as quick as humanly possible.

In a window on the second floor dark eyes followed the carts as they left the village on the muddy, uneven road. The eyes met with another set of dark eyes that looked back from under the sheeting of the rearmost cart. It's eyes flashed lightly in crimson and faded into the shadows of the darkened window.