Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-25038310-20150523142311

An arrow landed straight in the head of the little sister, which caused Jordain to whimper as he lowered his bow. The girl fell down dead, and her older sister gasped.

The older sister stared helplessly at her sister's corpse, before looking at where the arrow came from. She stumbled towards it, muttering insanely towards herself and then Jordain, quickening her pace and stretching out her arms and her rotten nails.

Jordain jumped back, narrowly evading a scratch. But the woman merely kept limping towards him at the same pace. She had turned into an.. undead?

It was obvious. She wasn't functioning the same way like a minute or two ago. She had bitemarks all over, which was... strange.

He raised his bow, as a second arrow landed in between the eyes of the older sister. The undead fell down, falling silent.

Jordain gazed at the sister for a moment, before quickly heading to the beach, lowering his bandana. He threw up on the beach, of utter disgust and shock about what he just did.

He was maybe an assassin, but killing little and defendless women wasn't usual. After he did his business and wiped some spit from the corners of his mouth with the sleeves of his armor, he sighed.

He looked to the right, noticing the city in the distance. He then looked at the left, and he couldn't believe what he saw. A little girl?

Before he decided to investigate, he decided to loot the old sister's corpse, as she had been carring a small rucksack with her. The contents were no doubt something for her sister and herself to survive in the wild..

He grabbed the back, heading back to the shore, and checked the contents, sometimes still glancing at the beach if the girl was still there. After taking a live, perhaps it was necessary to compensate and save one.

The contents were rather useful. Food had been stored into a seperate small bag, so he was sure the woman hadn't touched it yet. It was bread, together with some fresh apples, three pieces of raw venison, some rope, and three small blankets, where one could atleast cover Jordain's own torso.

Before he started strotting down the beach, he looked at the trees of the forest. Some were relatively low, good enough to climb on. That would be a good place to sleep and rest, out of reach of those hienous creatures.

He sheathed his weapons, and slowly headed towards the direction of Caroline.