Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9075949-20170520232335/@comment-9075949-20170522182513

Joseph walked through the main road of the village slowly, his bow nocked with an arrow. The village looked as if it was alive just a couple of hours ago, with nothing being destroyed, no visible signs of any combat. He approached the door to the Riverwood Trader, slowly opening the door, and peeking it. It seemed to be empty. He entered, and sheathed his bow, instead opting to pull out his warhammer.

Two loud bangs on the stone wall of the shop sounded out as he banged his warhammer on it, before everything turned to complete silence once more. Then, he could hear the creak of the wooden boards straight above him, and he readied himself. A man, looking to be in his late 30's shambled downstairs, his red shirt ripped and his flesh rotten and disgusting. The living corpse had an iron dagger sticking out of his left shoulder, and two of his fingers were missing. He growled in a terrifying manner, and slowly made his way towards the man, reaching out his hands. Joseph dodge, and in a near instant manner, downed the zombie and bashed his skull in with his warhammer, leaving the entire door and a good bit of the wall, as well as his clothes, covered in blood.

"Ah, sonofa bitch!" Joseph moaned, shrugging the blood of off himself. He wiped his warhammer on the corpse's trousers, and still armed, walked upstairs. There, he witnessed something gut wrenching. A young woman, maybe in her mid 20's, was lying n the ground, her stomach ripped open, and half of her neck missing. Some rotten fingers were lying nearby her body, which coupled with the dagger lodged in the man's shoulder indicated it was her last stand. Joseph tried not to look at the woman as he started searching the upstairs for supplies.