Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-5583506-20150525141748

Further down a slope he found himself a perfect spot to set up camp and rest place for the evening. It was a grove, surrounded by steep cliffs on three sides and on the fourth he could still view the scenery of Lake Rumare... and the infected city in its middle...

Pitching the tent was easy, although a side of it had been ripped. Old junk... he thought. At least this place would be safe. There was no way to get to him unless they climbed down on either side. And it would take them awhile to do so which granted him more time to prepare himself, should he be forced to face a combat.

He brought down a passing bird and began to pluck it. He was starving and hadn't eaten anything since early morning. He then brought life to a fire after he was finished gathering some leaves and branches for firewood. He had undergone several dangerous assignments to know how to survive in the wilderness on his own.

When you were hungry it seemed like there was nothing tasting as fine as wild bird, although it was a bit sinewy and barely had any meat on it. But nonetheless Hassiri was content with his catch and his supper. The only thing bothering him was that the campfire might act as a beacon for unwanted attention, seeing as its vague, but concentrated light was fairly visible to anyone who would seek refuge from the city, for better or for worse.

He sharpened his ears as he heard something tumble down the slopes behind him.

''It cannot be?! ''he reflected and quickly grabbed his crossbow, standing up and aiming at the shrubbery in which something had just slid down into.

There was a gargling noise coming from the bushes and from them arose the Dunmer he had slayed earlier. Hassiri raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"What... what the hell is this?!"

The Dunmer's eyes didn't even look at him, in fact they seemed to be blind, but somehow they knew that he was there... and they were watching him. The bandit made strange noises in the forms of growls, snarls and groans, sounding more like a dying, rabid animal rather than a human being...

But what confused the Khajiit the most was the fact that the Dunmer was indeed dead. He was even dragging the guts Hassiri had spilled out for him behind his steps as he limped his way slowly towards him. On the legs he had broken during the fall from the slope, no less. It was as horrible as it was amusing.

Hassiri was unsure of how to react. The Dunmer was dead, yet still there he was. Alive... at some degree...

Finally when the lumbering bandit had only a few inches left to go, the Khajiit stopped the strange creatures misery with a bolt straight through the forehead. The Dunmer collapsed once more and did not move any longer.

Hassiri slowly approached the corpse and slightly touched the skin of the dead. It was as cold as stone. There was no warmth left in the body, yet still it had follow him here to haunt him. He was unsure of what exactly was going on, but the physical traits of the bandit was similar to that which he had seen in the Imperial City. The only questions that remained was whether it was like this everywhere, and if there were other survivors nearby. Not to mention; if it was indeed like this everywhere... then what had become of his family?