Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-25038310-20150524123239

"Just exactly what I told you before," he said, sighing. "People started throwing themselves through windows just to get a piece of me. The undead don't attack each other, only the living regardless of race or age."

"I ran all the way down the main road.. and I wasn't the only one who thought of that. Dozens and dozens, hundreds of people. We.. Didn't know who was an undead or not amidst all the chaos. Some people were bashing the brains in of anyone who stood in their way to freedom - regardless of.."

He looked away, staring at the ground.

"I.. Managed to make it through - then I walked through these forests, hoping to find someone that could help - and then one thing led to another and now I'm here. Alive."

He lowered his hood, revealing his short and spiky raven hair. "Where were you in all this? Bruma? Cheydinhal? Any other town where disaster struck as well?"