After a few streets, they began to find corpses of the attackers.

"Something strange has happened here", said the boy to himself, seeing them.

Nayla stared at the body which was closest to her. The man lay on the ground, his eyes wide open, panicking. He had a crushed part of his skull. There was a stain of dry blood on the wall of the house next to him, with which he would probably have hit hard.

The girl turned her head and saw two more corpses. The first had his fingers stuck in his neck, and the other had pierced his head with his sword through his mouth.

Instinctively, she approached the boy, looking for security. He covered his mouth with his hand, and frowned, with a clear expression of anguish.

They walked briskly among the dead and reached the market square. Nayla had a bad feeling about that place, as if there was something squeezing her chest every time she looked at the pile of decaying corpses in the center. They had piled wood on the side and dry grass and straw on the top. It looked like people would have wanted to burn them.

But the fact is that they did not, and the atmosphere was full of a strong smell of rot. In addition, a translucent green mist covered the floor to just over the height of the girl’s knees.

They crossed the square slowly. Nayla noticed that the boy seemed to be looking for someone or something in the body, but after trying to get close and suffering several arches, she gave up.

On the other hand, as they progressed, they entered an increasingly horrific setting. There were dead soldiers in creepy ways everywhere; one had forks nailed to his eyes, another had his mouth full of dirt. Beyond, there was one who had tried to cut his neck.

“What’s up, Nayla?”, he said in a low voice, wanting to vomit.

Right in front of the now-collapsed bridge, having left the pile of corpses behind, there were three large steel tanks a little over a meter and a half high. It was as if that strange mist was coming out from there.

They approached slowly. The mist almost covered Nayla completely, but she did not smell or feel anything out of the ordinary. They approached and the boy looked inside. She waited, watching him, as she could not see inside. He stared at her nauseatingly, covering his mouth with his hand. He was mesmerized for a while, until finally his legs failed, he fell to his knees and vomited.

The little one approached him and hugged him, as she pulled out what they had eaten that morning. She did not want to know what was in there; it had made that boy who had helped her so much sick. When he had finished vomiting, he thanked her for the gesture of straightening his hair. He then sat up, white as a piece of paper, and walked away.

“What the hell was that?”, it was the only thing which he said in reference to the morgue as they arrived at the hostel.

They were lucky that the building was virtually intact. Inside, there was some trace of struggle, but there was not much destruction. Just entering, the boy sat in a dining room chair while the girl sat on the floor. Nayla looked around, feeling like there must be a cat in that place, even though she did not remember being there before. As the young man was recovering from the trauma, the girl continued the story of the bear and the witch.

After a few minutes, the boy got up and approached her.

“Are you okay?”, he asked, worried. “I had a lot going on in my mind and… well, I could not be too much with you…”, he felt uncomfortable. “I have noticed that since everything happened you have not said anything…”, he looked away to one side, he could not stand the girl's gaze. “I know I did wrong, and I would like you to forgive me…”

She looked at him without understanding. Had he done anything wrong? She did not know why she had to forgive him…

“It does not matter… I will see if I can find something in good condition to eat tonight, do not get out of here”, he said with resignation. She nodded.