The bonfire roared, sending bright red and orange flame high into the sky.
At the base of the hill Mat looked back at the fire and contemplated going back. He shook his head and turned back to the footpath leading away from the hill top.
The fire would serve as booth a warning and a beacon to others out on the Moore.
The group he had split from two days ago,would understand the warning, that the walking dead were here.
They would also know that it was a beacon, a beacon that the dead would want to visit, the perfect opportunity to eradicate more of the dead, or a place to avoid like the plague. Either way Mat did not care, his task was done.