Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-25038310-20150516174547

"You think this one's easy?" Yulga asked, smirking at Jordain. She kneeled down, looking down at the small chest. A rather large lock was attached to it.

"Ugh.. I forgot to replenish my lockpicks. Suppose this one's yours." Jordain said, gesturing at the chest, offering her an oppurtunity. "After all, you gotta learn, no?" Jordain asked.

"Yeah. You're right. Thanks, I guess." Yulga said, thrusting a small pick and her other 'utencil' in it. She slowly started twisting the lock. "What do you think is in here?" She asked, cocking her head and not taking her eyes of the lock.

"Who knows," Jordain said, watching the door in case the owner of the house came back. "Probably a few pouches which are richly filled."

"Let's hope so.." Yulga muttered under her breath. She cursed, having broken a lock.

"Take it easy. Calm down abit, will you? We have all the time of the world. Pontius always sits in that inn and won't come back until it's evening." Jordain assured, standing up. He walked through the window, checking to see if his words were well-spoken.

"Again, let's hope ..-" Yulga looked up at Jordain, noticing his icy stare. He had widened his eyes and was completely silent, although he did try saying something.

"Boethiah's grace.. Yulga, we have to go, now. NOW!" He said, grabbing his apprentice by the arm and dragging her outside.

"HEY! I almost had that lock, damn you! What is the matter, you fucking..-"

"People. People are eating eachother, outside. We have to get to the rooftops, hide."

"People eating eachother..?" Yulga said, straightening herself and going down the stairs after Jordain.

He stopped at the door, and went to grab the knob while he was talking. "Trust me - you have to trust me, Yulgs. We'll get spotted if we don't -..."

The window suddenly crashed, as a person had flung himself through it. The .. undead weezed, turning his empty stare at the two thieves. It immediately ran at Jordain. Yulga screamed, attracting more of the monsters.

Jordain was quick to react. He dodged, reappearing behind the undead as a result. He stabbed his sword through the man's back, somewhere next to his spine. Yulga kept screaming, and steps could be heard outside of the door.

The creature however, flinched, and was still alive, even though an injury like that would've killed someone. Jordain took out his sword, instead kicking the creature against the window.

The door flew open, as a crowd of undead suddenly ran at the two thieves. Jordain grabbed Yulga, and took her towards the kitchen, planning to escape through the yard.

Jordain quickly closed the doors behind them as they passed from room to room. They eventually ended up where they had to be, but the door leading to the garden was locked from the inside.

"Yulga, QUICK! A lockpick! And throw yourself against the door! Don't let them get in!'

Yulga, although shaken up, quickly recovered. She was noticeably pale, but she tried barricading the door with cupboards and chairs. The undead however, were slowly breaking the door open and ready to flow in.

Jordain struggled with the lockpick, dropping it various times before he actually managed to start. Yulga screamed as a hand from behind tried grabbing her, having gotten throught the oaken wood of the door. "JORDAN! HURRY UP!" She yelled.

"I almost .. have it..-" JOrdian muttered, contineuing. It wasn't convenient, lockpicking when in a hurry.

The undead suddenly burst through the barricade, and were about 10 to 15 feet away from the duo. The room was rather big, even if it was simply for looking at the view of a garden. The undead knocked over furniture, candles, food, and only focused on the duo. Blood. The smell of blood quickly filled the room.

Jordain didn't have enough time. By the time he unlocked it, they would have gotten here. He looked up at Yulga, realizeing what he had to do.

He got up, and grabbed Yulga by her arm. "I'm sorry, Yulga." He said.

"What are you.. NO! NO! NOOO!" Yulga couldn't protest, as Jordain started carrying her towards the horde of undead, raising her from the gorund. She kicked. Bited. punched. Pinched. But she was still fighting. Panicked.

Jordain said nothing, as he threw Yulga towards the horde of undead, on the floor in front of them. With a thud, she tried getting up, but one undead had already sunk his teeth in her leg. Then another in her head. Chin. Throat. Back. The horde's attention was diverted, as they slowly feasted on their new victim.

Jordain ran back to the lockpick, and after a few tries, sometimes glancing behind him if the undead haven't finished their feast, he finally managed to break it, and open the door to sweet freedom.

''Fuck! Oh fuck! Boethiah, Molag, Divines, where do I go? ''

He frantically ran across the grass, running away from the screams and the agony and the pain and the killing and the slaughter and the blood. Scared. Never before so much in his lifetime.