Boone was one of the first to die. There were so, so many of them. The horses were drenched in sweat, white foam coming out of their mouths. Boone was unlucky, because his horse was the slowest. That poor old stallion, he was in such a bad shape. Eddie thought he was going to die, too. Until he looked over his shoulder, and realised he was the last man alive, everyone else was gone, ripped apart by the hounds which were now turning around with a last otherworldly glare in his direction. In...
