The mountains and fields were filled with withered yellow vegetation, devoid of any trace of summer's vitality.
In an instant, the two people's faces turned from sallow to ghastly pale, and scattered memories swiftly surged into their minds, causing their bodies to uncontrollably tremble.
"No... I don't... want to die..."
"Help... save us..."
The fragmented words squeezed out of their throats, and they stumbled and collapsed to the ground, their bodies beginning to convulsively shake.
Next, from the black wound on their necks, a black-red leech began to inch its way out, its slow movements chilling to the bone.
The hard shell scraped against the flesh, emitting a faint creaking sound. With each move, the surrounding flesh visibly trembled and squirmed.
