It took days to get the carnage back under control. All the time I feared the return of the monster or one of his comrades. That fear was etched on the faces of everyone else too in the flickering of their eyes or the way they would shake uncontrollably staring into the night of the sky. An intricate warning system of lookouts had been created, but some had been found falling asleep.
At least the smell of rotting flesh had abated replaced by the smell of the local plant life. Tabitha was now sharing my tent. Each night, I would gaze into those beautiful dark eyes and kiss her goodnight. Our bodies pressed close.
At times, avid conversations would break out over what to do next. Then they would peter out. Or they did, until that faithful day.
We were all sitting by a campfire in a large circle. A man full of nervous excitement walked across to me and Tabitha.
“Would you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Cut off the serpent’s head when it least expected it?”
“What are you on about?” Tabitha asked, her eyes wide open.
“We have come up with a plan. But I’m not sure you are going to like it.”
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