Siara ran through the open door on the roof top with her cannon musket ready, as the first one came running she let it draw close, the moment it swiped at her it belched out a grotesque roar, she pressed the tip of the barrel into its mouth and pulled on the trigger. BOOOM A shell half the size of a fist exploded out the barrel head, blowing the zombies head to bits, and it continued blowing a hole straight through the next one in line. The zombies went crazy when the loud sound reached them, and came rushing in a greater flurry. Siara pulled back and put in a second shell, she waited for them to line up again and pulled on the trigger once more, this time it tore through at least three. She quickly put the musket back in its holster, she only had one more shell on her, they were too bulky to carry around many shells. She ran back out and shot the
Siara dropped the topic sensing that her uncle didn’t want to discuss it any further. She went down next to him and pulled out a few medical supplies from her little pack and went to treat the wound on her uncle’s face, blood was still pouring out of it profusely. Her uncle swiftly moved his head back, “It’s nothing serious, I’ll be fine,” he said in complaint. “Shush now,” Siara spoke with a tone as she grabbed his head and started to wipe away the blood, “You could get an infection,” she said applying an ointment to stop the bleeding. “I swear girl, you’re as bad as your aunt,” he said keeping still with a begrudging look. “Maybe that’s because we both know what’s best for you,” she replied grabbing his head even tighter, her actions also became slightly rougher. When she finally got a good look at the wound, she was surprised by how deep it was
“Princess is there any point in doing this?” Siara’s uncle asked with a look of reluctance. “Of course there is,” Siara said giving him that look, that said if he didn’t do what she wanted he would be faced with her temper tantrum, “I’m going to give my saviour a proper burial,” she said. Her uncle sighed and reached down, with his added strength, they still struggled a little but eventually managed to lift it up and turn it over. Gong It released a loud ring as it hit the ground, the two quickly checked the surroundings, to see if any stray beasts decided to attack. They sighed softly, everything seemed safe… for now, they looked back down where the bell had been little bits of white powder could be seen on the ground and tiny little fragments that was likely crushed bone. Siara looked at the upturned side of the bell, there she saw most of the s
“Tsk,” Dalis clicked his tongue as the creature tried to ram into him. But he wasn’t having it, he sent out one firm smack, that hit the creature so hard it toppled over and ate the ground, Siara shouted something but he didn’t hear it. The thing was still alive, but before it could get up he smashed it’s chest with a solid kick then stomped it locking it in place. He caught its arms and pressed it down taking a close look at it, it had red lines on its face, like Siara’s. ‘A mutated native of this world that’s mindless, this must be a zombie,’ he concluded. ‘My people have done extensive research into the zombie’s, they spread by infecting the members of their race, infections are transmitted through physical contact with its target… etc…, I doubt there is much more I can discover about them,’ he thought and started ruthlessly stomping on its head.
Siara landed in front of Dalis looking at him with shock, “How did you do that?” she asked it had taken her over a year to gain a skill that would allow her to do something similar, she was extremely surprised especially since she knew that he died when the Records descended and he had just back from the dead. “Not sure,” Dalis replied looking at his limp arm like it was a foreign part of his body, which it kinda was, “But I suppose that it was pretty cool huh?” he asked with a bashful smile. Siara looked away with a glint of amusement in her eye as she bent down to inspect the shredded pack. Dalis followed Siara’s gaze, before looking at the records he gained, a frown soon formed on his face which quickly turned into thoughtful look. ‘This is wrong, this was just a random mob but their lowest level was 7, but that isn’t the hardest part to believe, that hound in the lead was of the Monstrous rank, such beasts should be rare and hard to find,’ he though with a furrowed brow. He c
Dalis stood surrounded by a group of mean looking soldiers, and for some reason it felt like all of them wanted to pick a fight with him. Dalis suddenly felt a firm grip on his shoulder, he turned to see that it was Siara, “Now I’m sure that all of you can keep your question to yourselves for a day,” “Our guest…” she paused and looked at Dalis with a puzzled look, it only occurred to her then that she never asked his name. “Dreamer,” said on reflex sensing that his name was required. Siara looked at him feeling amused, “Our guest Dreamer, is tired, you can ask him what ever you want in the morning,” she said smiling at the soldiers. “As you wish princess,” they replied in a respectful tone and allowed Siara to pull him along. As he moved through the crowd Dalis heard several murmurs, mostly the soldiers saying his name, also there was one other th
A short while later they walked down a small corridor and Siara open up a door. It revealed a small room, with a bunk bed and a sink on the side, a small mirror hung on the wall and that was about it. “Will I be bunking with someone?” Dalis asked looking at the bunk. “No, most of the rooms here are empty, it’s all yours,” she said standing at the door. “Before I go do you have any ideas for what you want in your made up story you’re going to tell everyone about how you survived?” she asked, it was a necessary lie they were going to have to tell. Dalis shrugged, “I have no idea, but it just has to show that I’m smart,” he said stroking his chin with a thoughtful look. Siara giggled and played with a few stands of her black hair that hung on the side of her face, “Why don’t you leave your story to me, I’m sure that I can think of something,” she sai
Sebastian sighed, especially seeing that his wife who stood to his right was nodding in agreement with Aries. “This is the only way to safely explore the Cathedral district and further the exploration,” he said firmly. “If there were a way for me to pass on this skill I would, but since that isn’t possible I will not see it wasted when it can help,” he continued feeling frustrated by the corner his leaders were backing him into. “The exploration should be left to the combat and magic related division’s as was previously agreed upon,” Aries retorted, “You’re needed here not out in the field,” he spoke like he was rebuking a child, something that only he could get away with, if any of the others spoke to the duke in such a manner, they would soon find themselves in a difficult position.. “The exploration has been stuck for a month now,” Siara interjected, “You’ve been losing ground every day,”