The middle-aged farmer said to himself or the horse for that matter being the only living thing to hear this man talking.“Yet weirdly enough this Fog should not be here. I couldn't have been sure the day was nice and bright. Yet now it is difficult to see and even it feels cold that I could see my breath,” he says.He was finding this sudden change to be very suspicious as the feeling in his bones was telling the farmer this wasn't a good sign wanting badly to hurry back home soon.“Huh? What do I see on the road ahead there?” The man says trying to see with his eyes squinting, That middle age farmer sees pulling the reins back making the horse stop moving right close to whatever this could be. Carefully getting off the cart he slowly moves in to see that it is a corpse of a dead dire wolf laying in pieces.Even the state of it looks to be nearly clean given there is more bone than meat on it. “What could have done this to this animal was it another one…. No this isn't right and I’
Marcus said this without a care as to how it was going to light up a fight if more words were to be said like that. Surly in no time, things will start to get out of hand inside this place. “You dare say that to my face about my wife.” The man says holding back the anger building within him. “Come on, you already knew that she slept around with others before I had my turn. Hell, it's a lucky thing that she doesn’t have a disease from sleeping with those men that come passing by this village.” “Do not listen to this thing, husband the lies it is telling you are untrue please listen to my words instead.” It is hard to listen to a woman who is standing around to see her half-naked state covered only by a blanket before those trying to not look too hard. “Shut your mouth, Bianca, I will deal with you when we are back home, understand me.” the man says, warning his wife in a harsh tone and looking towards her. “But husband you should…” “Bianca! I do not care what you have to s
The husband of that woman comes to witness his wife being attacked by one of the undead types of creatures that have invaded this village. “Get the fuck off her you undead spawn.” The man says while running and delivering a good kick to the Ghoul's face sending the thing flying into a table. Afterwards, he went in to grab her body into his arms already starting to shed tears when feeling the life in his wife's body was beginning to go out like a light so fast. At the time others had to deal with the rest of the Ghouls as those scattered around the place with one climbing up the walls of the tavern. Quickly going for the owner he had no chance to get away from the Ghouls once it already got its hands on the man from behind the counter. They hear those loud cries of his and see blood and guts get taken out by the Ghouls which comes to last not for long when the thing moves fast to get on the counter letting out a screeching cry being done with its living victim. Next with the
The waitress yells screaming right after announcing what the ugly, nasty, and undead creature known as a ghoul in the same room Hobert and her were sharing.Thanks to the careless screaming she was the first to be attacked by the ghoul jumping onto her as she fell backwards when the creature got on. What follows next is the sound of more screams than the sound of pain because of the ghoul's sharp teeth digging into her flesh and tearing away a piece.Hobert got jump scared falling to the other side of the bed and hitting hard onto the wooden floor when the back of the head met and greeted him.“Ow fuck! That hurts,” he says, complaining about it.Yet Hobert does not forget the threat inside the room which was already done with its first victim. Jumping back on the bed looking right at him with that bloody face is putting in some more fear to the heart.It let out that nasty sound and then went charging forward to feast on his flesh next, Hobert thought right then and there his life wa
That was the question Neva had to ask seeing these ghoul creatures here in the upstairs hallway of the tavern where passing guests could rent a room.During that time another ghoul comes crawling at rapid speed from the side of the walls towards her. She didn’t seem to be giving any reaction to it, like Hobert who was starting to get all worried about the thing being no fan of the way it moves.Yet for this hunter seeing a ghoul doesn’t do anything even more so when Neva meets its head throwing a powerful close fist right into the ghoul's face breaking it in with those teeth coming out and the jaw coming to be dislocated.Neva does not hold back in that punch sending the monster flying in such a momentum that the whole body is greeted by the end of this hallway when in the end there is a sign of it being alive.“Damn, you sure could throw a punch killing that ghoul with just one hit,” Hobert says, impressed by it. “Yeah, I didn't need to hold back when it comes to an undead monster
The male figure says to the female one beside him these two watch as the poor mortal souls are being killed by Ghouls. What could these two have a reason to not show emotion to these villagers is that they are not mortals. Both are different undead who dislike the light and love the taste of the blood of humans in this world. The male and female are brothers and sisters called Fetha and Ronal Redghast, a pair of twin vampires with the same color of round gray eyes that are like two pieces of steel. Hair thick, straight, and Aquamarine being medium-length worn in a handsome style. Fetha has a very tall and Voluptuous build of body and skin that is china-white. Ronal on the other hand had a boyish build of a body, but that could be used to his advantage against those who would make a mistake at looking down on him or lower their guard by his appearances to fall victim to it. "Yes it would seem so, but as much as this is pleasing to see. I worry we will not have the chance to
Abraham was concerned about this scenery. A Fog appearing out of nowhere like this is the first to make one be completely guarded for any danger may be lurking within the light clouds hanging around making it hard to see anything. "I better not come across something in this fog, I don’t like shit sinking or popping up on me.” Abraham thought. Regardless the man needed to move the sounds of one singing were already somewhere his gut was telling him where it was. Taking a little time of a careful walk the man arrived at the graveyard where the person's voice had reached a louder volume given to getting closer to the location it be. “Even if it is weird for someone to be singing around here, I can not help but find this voice to be pleasing to hear. Make it fine like a siren is the one singing calling to me to her. I would be concerned if I was on a ship sealing the sea, but that is not the case and yet still hearing singing coming from out of nowhere makes me feel worried regardless.
Abraham is ready himself with the shovel when facing a big undead number brought to life again in their unholy new body. He does weigh the ups and downs on what chances he would have at getting out alive. The answer to that didn’t take long to know no such thing is to be possible where the man stands. “Ha, very well then let the fight begin my dead underlines show your mother how well you all can do tearing apart a body in the up must art of beauty.” the vampire girl says with excitement filled in her tone. The risen dead obey their mistress who gives them a second chance at life Once to get close enough to the man was a complete skeleton. Charging in with its creepy and chilling way letting out the sounds of one to be an undead for any to hear. Abraham holds strong and fights back sending that shovel in hand in a straight thrust right into the undead skeleton's mouth pushing till slashing off with the shovel head half of the skull off, “Come and taste the might of this shov