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There was nothing left.

 

All of their possessions have been swept by the rain and the wind.

 

One of the villagers was found buried underneath a house along with a young man barely out of his teens. It looked like her father was trying to save the teenager until the house collapsed.

 

The sight of another man dead was the least of their worries.

 

Fathers… brothers… families have been lost.

 

Most of the survivors have been women and children.

 

No one was strong enough to protect them from bandits.

 

It would be a matter of time before someone attacks their village.

 

When that happens, the remaining villagers could only pray for mercy.

 

All of the surviving villagers stayed in the cave.  The remaining men tried their best to provide wood for warmth. Women salvaged all the things they could from the collapsed houses while the young ones stayed out of trouble and watched out for each other.

 

The young girl didn’t cry. She had become numb with the pain.

 

There was only she and her mother.

 

Somehow, they have to survive.

 

After death, hunger and sickness took over the village.

 

There wasn’t enough food for the people. Those strong enough have worked tirelessly to provide for the village. Some of them succumbed to sickness.

 

Children were crying. Mothers were crying.

 

No one could do anything but endure and survive.

 

In the middle of the night, when the people have been so tired and lost in their rest, the people they have feared came.

 

Bandits. Men of great strength, not less than 20 came into their broken village.

 

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