A sheep let's out a bleat as you turn and you wonder when they herd snuck up behind you. Others join in, noisily surrounding you and all staring at you with their creepy eyes. You suppress a shiver and take a step back. It's then you notice the figure driving the sheep to you.

It's boy about your height by twice as wide. He has a thick mane of red hair, beady eyes, and greenish tinge to his skin. The smile on his face as his eyes fall upon you is sickening. One chubby finger raises up and points at you.



"Yah," he instructs the sheep who have gone from bleating to growling. It's then you notice the pointed teeth and spittle dangling from their mouths. You scream as the sheep close in but it doesn't last for long.

You're mauled to death by sheep.