"Alright, it's time to get moving." he said to himself. *He pulls his sword partially out of the sheath to see his own reflection so that he may remember who he is.*
"Let's go hunting shall we?" he spoke to the sword as if it were his best friend. *he slides his sword back into the sheath with a "click" and then exits the store.
I want to know who killed them. They weren't zombies, no, they seemed to be more intelligent. All i remember is their miniacal laugher.
He looked down the streets. he noticed that there wasnt much to be seen. It all seemed to be normal. He walked in a specific direction down the street and then cut through a dark alleyway.
Last edited by Xero_Cryptmaw; 07-03-2009 at 04:04 AM.