Clementine:
The tiny creatures started attacking us from everywhere. At this point, we didn't have time to think about what happened, what we had done, or how we ended up in this mess. All we knew was that we needed to get out. The once perfect land was crumbling. The gnomes had turned into goblins, and they looked ugly.
I turned my head while running with Haiden, who held my hand tightly to keep me from falling behind. Then I saw their twisted faces. The one that had broken earlier had probably died, or whatever happened to it, I had no clue. But these couldn't be killed as easily. Or so I thought.
One of them climbed onto my leg and I screamed, stopping in my tracks. Yorick rushed over, yanked it off me, slammed it to the ground, and stomped on it. The moment he did, it made a squeaky, awful sound, and gooey stuff spilled out of it. It was probably Bush.
