Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-5543592-20150516172918

Nash rushed outside. There were several zombies sieging the gates. Nash had certainly seen undead before but not any like... this.

He rushed to the gate, with his hands held together and twitching nervously.

"W-what's going on?" He asked a Battlemage.

"What the fuck does it look like?!" The Battlemage yelled, firing spells in between the bars of the bolted gate. "Get indoors!  We'll handle this."

Nash fervently nodded his head. He had no weapons, or armor. He was pratically defenseless. He rushed into the enchanting room and stumbled over something, hitting the ground on his hands and knees. he turned to look at what he had tripped on, and realised it was dead body. A Dawnguard agent, who had suffered a grevious wound to the neck.

Nash gasped and crawled away, before eventually recovering. The agent had armor, and there was a crossbow lying next to him. Nash had a plan. He swallowed nervously, and tentatively stepped forward.