The Walk to Nowhere

It’s not long before they find the tracks, hard packed earth marking the passage of many, heavy feet. Blood stains the dirt in blackening pearls.
“What could have done this?” Witch’s seen enough these last months to know raiders, and this was no raid. Slavers would take who they could and leave the corpses. Even monsters would leave rags and bones and hanks of gristle, not this single, brutally ordered path into nowhere.
“I don’t know.” Lizard’s flat tone might be commenting on the weather, but his hand tightens on his gun. “Be ready to fight.”
“Always.”
They walk on.