Shaun walked out of his house, calming the animals outside who seemed to be restless. Out of his 13 years of life on these farm lands, he'd never seen them so crazy. It mattered not. He went back in and sat down for dinner, the sky was blue; the sun was bright and lit up the room as it crept toward the distant horizon.

The table was set slowly and carefully, his mother smiling. He sat down and began to eat, as did she. "Dad said he'd be home late tonight." Dana said, looking at the empty spot, and giving a slight smile how he would complain his food was cold when he got in. "Oh. Long route today?" Shaun asked with a bright smile, knowing the longer the route: the more money his dad could make, the more money his dad could make: the happier his parents were. Nodding, Dana replied "You know you'll be old enough soon to join him too!" She said cheerfully, since she had known her son had always wished to go with him.

Shaun nodded happily. He went back outside to finish his daily chores on the farm as his mother came outside approaching him. "You know... with your new sibling arriving soon, I want you to know I love you." She said in a motherly way, such a pure love which none can replace, hugging her son affectionately.

She walked back inside slowly, thinking so deeply of her love; she couldn't wait for his return. Just being in his arms brought her into a world apart from this hard one. They didn't often have much money to their names. She gave out a sigh as she finished cleaning up the house and walked back outside to see her son.

He was planting seeds as she walked over, her soft smile glowing into his young heart, holding her belly in her arms, the baby was coming along nicely, only a few months until she had another child, such a blessing she could bring to this world. Shaun looked over to her, finishing up his chore.

An arrow fell through her head.

Shaun was left staring as her body hit the ground, dead. He screamed and screamed, his heart pounding, his mind losing sanity. Turning to the setting sun, thousands of men marched over the long horizon.

Shaun rushed inside as the men came to a halt. He scrambled around the house in panic, looking for anything, anything at all! A short sword was leaning against the wall, dad's spare. He grabbed it quickly, pulling it out. It was heavy to him, but he could handle it.

He waited by the door, hoping no one saw him run in. There was a bash at the door, then another, then another. Shaun went to the corner, tears falling from his face, his heart racing. The door burst open; he stood up and rushed towards them. Quickly he reached the bodies that entered; they were rotten, the living dead. He screamed in fear as he backed away in terror and watched one burst through the door. He closed his eyes, his mind racing. He quickly opened them, readying to throw himself at it, only to stop, his mind confused, dazed, spiraling in sudden shock. The last thing he saw were the eye sockets of his father's skull.