Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-25038310-20150606074529

Jordain, after a while of climbing, eventually made it far enough to not be seen. Before he jumped down, he pondered if he should really do this. His group trusted him, and now, he could have just run away without any warning and leave them to their fate.

No. He was maybe a thief and dishonorable, but even then, he wouldn't cowardly flee. He jumped down, landing on the rough ground gracefully.

The herd was soon atrracted by Jordain, who was much easier to pursue and devour than their current preys who were up in the trees.

Soon, the dozens of zombies could be seen following a nimble Jordain, who sprinted through the forests, having succesfully attracted the monstrosities.

Only a small number of zombies actually lingered by the group, who Jordain had failed to attract. These numbers were reasonable however.

The last Ali, Kirsette and Carolina could see were a few arrows, and the glimpse of a black cape in the dark and murky forest far off in the distance, until it eventually dissapeared, together with the herd of zombies.

Jordain had sprinted to the opposite direction of Bruma, making sure that the herd wouldn't follow him all the way there before nightfall.