The Rot

Loimos ran off through the habitations, through the deserted villages, aiming to make his escape and hide into the woods until further notice.

He heard the familiar barking of hounds in the distance, the captain must have been quick on the uptake.

Loimos couldn't drop down and begin running like a wild monstrosity either, with a missing arm he would just end up moving slower than he could with just his two legs.

Something was off this time, the barking wasn't coming from a single direction, it was coming from all around, as though he was already surrounded, which was nonsensical, the captain couldn't have just known that Loimos would end up here, he shouldn't have even been certain that the sad faced man would reemerge.

But by all means, it seemed as though the captain knew exactly where he was at the moment, perhaps he was close-by already.