War drove people to their worst. And it was no different for Halla. Name almost any crime possible, she was the victim of it, torture, rape, attempted murder, theft, kidnapping. The list went on and on. And on a young mind such as hers it had a large influence, a moral compass was so skewered, it could be considered non existant. Empathy was an emotion of the past. Much like joy, love and happiness.
As the doors of the burned out husk of a farmhouse were pushed open, the young lord and several of his soldiers would see a scene that seemed to be one of nightmares.
It was ill lit, only the light from several crack and the door present. White hair was ragged and stained with fresh blood. A face splattered, a young, living girl who staggered at the sudden influx of light, away from a corpse which seemed to be gored up around the stomach area, fingers and toes missing.
The girl's hands were covered in blood, as she looked up at the soldiers, so was her face and her mouth. She also seemed to be extremely skinny.
But the situation was clear, the teenage girl had been feeding herself with human flesh.
Halla stumbled back on her ass, looking up at the company in fear, blue eyes wide with anguish. She wasn't scared for the fact she was found out cannibalising, she was just petrified, mistaking the soldiers for mordecai who came to finish the job.
War drove people to their worst.