Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-25038310-20150519171313

Jordain eventually made it to the forests, but apparently, many people just like him had the same idea. What was worse, was that he had no idea or the time to find out who was infected or not. Groans and mutters, as well as screams here and there could be heard from time to time.

Jordain ran into the forest, instead of staying on the paths like most of the people. After all, people wouldn't want to go right through something. Perhaps he could somehow climb the trees and evade the undead - relying on his hope that the zombies could not climb trees..

The shoreline was, in his opinion, to open and people could easily be spotted from there by the undead, so he would rather stay in the forest for now.

''Did this plague also make it into Skyrim? Hammerfell? Elsweyr? Oh, please..''

The nieghboring provinces would be to far away for him. Days, if not weeks to get to the borders. He would need a horse, or a lot of time and patience. Currently, he had none of these things.

He would need to resupply on food, water, as well as weapons..

But the thing that most bothered him, is that he would need to look for others. Other people that he could call allies - that would keep an eye out.

He looked at the city from afar, stopping for a brief moment. ''The city is probably crawling from undead now.. going in there and looking for others is.. suicide. The only thing in there that is useful is food. And weapons..''

He walked to the edge of the forest, and stopped close to the shore. He kept an eye out for survivors from there, while still somewhat blending in with the trees. Perhaps he would find a boat of some sorts?

He started walking to the west, following the tree - and shoreline.