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with this new enemy. Every minute the battle raged on, they were becoming more and more out numbered.
Ayar knew he had to do something to sway the battle in their favour and he ha d to do it quickly.
“The Tambos,” he shouted at the top of his lungs . “Everyone get back , get inside the Tambos! W e’ll make a stand there. Move it ! Now! ”
Even in the face of this insurmountable force, his men still followed his orders without question. Inch by inch , they made their way to the large stone central building . T hey were still quickly losing their numbers and by the time they got to the doors , they were already down to less than thirty. Ayar turned the golden handle but the locks on the heavy door would n o t budge. It had been locked from the inside.
“Open this damn door,” Ayar roared, banging the handle of his axe on the thick wood en barrier as his men fought in vain to keep the devouring horde back . “Let us in now! Do you hear me? I am Ayar Ochi, Protector of Tarapoto . You must do as I say .”
Just as he was about to give up and face his fate , he heard the clicking of the various locks being thro wn. The door creaked open and a beautiful young girl beckoned them inside . Ayar recognised her at once; s he had come from a local village less than a year before to work in the Tambo s . It was socially deemed very honourable work to be in servitude to the higher classes and at the time , her family had been ever so proud. Nevertheless, she had bee n watching the fighting from a high window . He r father and elder brother had changed. T hey were part of Supay ’ s army now and were eating towards the Tambo ...towards her .
“Thank you,” Ayar said with a little bow of his head a s the heavy door slammed shut behind the last of his men . As the locks were secured, the girl gave him a nervous , little smile in return. For a moment, neither of them hear d or acknowledged the beasts banging frantically at the door.
“What i s your name, girl, ” Ayar as ked as he too fought back a silly, boyish smile from his face .
“Siza , ” she replied. “ Siza Occlo , sir . ”
“ Well, thank you again , my dear Siza.” For many weeks , he had been meaning to ask her name. H e had seen her in the Tambos before and now he cursed his lack of resolve that it had taken thi s day of madness for him to find out. He wished there was time to get to know her better but there was no help for it. It was too late now. With a little nod , Ayar moved away.
While attempting to catch his breath , h e took stock of their situation and was alarmed upon the realisation that he was down to only twenty-three men . They and the six young women that lived and worked in side the Tambos were all that remained of Tarapoto . As he looked out of the window , Ayar saw that the number of the undead in the courtyard was still growing steadily . The freshly slaughtered citizens of his town were rising to join with the army of ravenous monsters. There must have be en over a thousand of the undead bearing down upon them by now .
Ayar could hear the creaking of th e heavy door hinges as their numbers grew, weighing heavily ag ainst the barrier themselves as the y sought out the fresh meat . L ike the rest of his men , Ayar knew that it would only be a matter of time before they breached the entrance; it was never designed to hold back such force . W hen that happened , they would have no chance of surviving that onslaught . He smiled bitterly, realising that his dreams of the future would never come to fruition .
Shaking himself out of his pity, Ayar motioned to a group of scared looking girls to come t o the window beside him . When they gathered around him, he spoke softly . “We need to get word back to Cuzco about what ha s happened here. I need you to get to the next village, somehow get word to the runners. They will take y our message to the Ki ng.” He spoke of the king but in truth, Ayar wanted more than anything for the warning
Ayar knew he had to do something to sway the battle in their favour and he ha d to do it quickly.
“The Tambos,” he shouted at the top of his lungs . “Everyone get back , get inside the Tambos! W e’ll make a stand there. Move it ! Now! ”
Even in the face of this insurmountable force, his men still followed his orders without question. Inch by inch , they made their way to the large stone central building . T hey were still quickly losing their numbers and by the time they got to the doors , they were already down to less than thirty. Ayar turned the golden handle but the locks on the heavy door would n o t budge. It had been locked from the inside.
“Open this damn door,” Ayar roared, banging the handle of his axe on the thick wood en barrier as his men fought in vain to keep the devouring horde back . “Let us in now! Do you hear me? I am Ayar Ochi, Protector of Tarapoto . You must do as I say .”
Just as he was about to give up and face his fate , he heard the clicking of the various locks being thro wn. The door creaked open and a beautiful young girl beckoned them inside . Ayar recognised her at once; s he had come from a local village less than a year before to work in the Tambo s . It was socially deemed very honourable work to be in servitude to the higher classes and at the time , her family had been ever so proud. Nevertheless, she had bee n watching the fighting from a high window . He r father and elder brother had changed. T hey were part of Supay ’ s army now and were eating towards the Tambo ...towards her .
“Thank you,” Ayar said with a little bow of his head a s the heavy door slammed shut behind the last of his men . As the locks were secured, the girl gave him a nervous , little smile in return. For a moment, neither of them hear d or acknowledged the beasts banging frantically at the door.
“What i s your name, girl, ” Ayar as ked as he too fought back a silly, boyish smile from his face .
“Siza , ” she replied. “ Siza Occlo , sir . ”
“ Well, thank you again , my dear Siza.” For many weeks , he had been meaning to ask her name. H e had seen her in the Tambos before and now he cursed his lack of resolve that it had taken thi s day of madness for him to find out. He wished there was time to get to know her better but there was no help for it. It was too late now. With a little nod , Ayar moved away.
While attempting to catch his breath , h e took stock of their situation and was alarmed upon the realisation that he was down to only twenty-three men . They and the six young women that lived and worked in side the Tambos were all that remained of Tarapoto . As he looked out of the window , Ayar saw that the number of the undead in the courtyard was still growing steadily . The freshly slaughtered citizens of his town were rising to join with the army of ravenous monsters. There must have be en over a thousand of the undead bearing down upon them by now .
Ayar could hear the creaking of th e heavy door hinges as their numbers grew, weighing heavily ag ainst the barrier themselves as the y sought out the fresh meat . L ike the rest of his men , Ayar knew that it would only be a matter of time before they breached the entrance; it was never designed to hold back such force . W hen that happened , they would have no chance of surviving that onslaught . He smiled bitterly, realising that his dreams of the future would never come to fruition .
Shaking himself out of his pity, Ayar motioned to a group of scared looking girls to come t o the window beside him . When they gathered around him, he spoke softly . “We need to get word back to Cuzco about what ha s happened here. I need you to get to the next village, somehow get word to the runners. They will take y our message to the Ki ng.” He spoke of the king but in truth, Ayar wanted more than anything for the warning
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