Chp 5

Crow just stood there, not daring to make a noise in case the people in front of him found him. Crow's body was just hidden out of sight behind the corner of a small shop. God knows what it sold, but whatever it was it sure smelled foul.

*Suu*

Anyways back to the situation at hand, the man had fired his arrow and it was flying through the air on mark with the golden eyed lady's torso. She didn't move though or so Crow had originally thought because the next thing he knew he was pushed from behind right in front of the arrows trajectory.

"Gah!"

The arrow hit Crow in the shoulder letting blood spill from the new wound. When he looked back he face immediately contorted into one full of shock and horror. There the lady stood with her creepy golden eyes that seemed to pierce straight into Crows soul.

"Nards" Swore Crow with rage apparent on his face. Even though he didn't know how she got behind him or even the fact that she knew where he was, one word kept going through his head. Kill. The pain he felt in his shoulder gradually faded as his anger fueled his actions, he threw his [Broken Sword] straight to the man with the bow and arrow, next he swung the [Small Rusted Dagger] at the golden eyed lady. Murderous intent could clearly be seen on Crows face.

The [Broken Sword] found its mark just under the man's sternum making him fall to the ground, but when he swung the dagger all it cut was thin air. The lady was nowhere to be seen. It was if she just vanished into thin air.

"..." Crow was silent few a few moments before he walked over to the man the had thrown the [Broken sword] at,"Ya wanna tell me what the flippin crux is going on?"

The man didn't reply for a while only to open his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"The war" the man finally spat out "will never change" His eyes then rolled back giving crow an eerie feeling.

[Survivor has died]

[5 survivors remaining]

"..." Crow just stared at the system message for a while."Dang" he muttered as he slumped against a wall. The pain from the arrow wound was returning gradually as the adrenaline left his body. Biting his own tongue he snap the arrow off and pulled it out through the back. Luckily the arrow head wasn't serrated or else he would have bled out.

[Player is bleeding]

[Player will die if bleeding continues for more than 5 minutes]

With a sigh he grabbed some wooded splinters that were laying around him and put them into a pile then ripped off some cloth from the corpses clothes for some fire starter.

*Clack*

Sparks flew as he hit the pieces flint and steel together. The cloth went ablaze lighting up a small fire, next Crow put his [Broken Sword] on the fire leaving the blade in the fire. He took his belt off and put it in his mouth. After a minute or two when the blade was a cherry red Crow picked up the blades hilt and moved it towards his wound.

*Mnf!*

With a muffled scream Crow had cautorized his wound.

[Bleeding has stopped]

[Health remaining- 60%]

(Good thing my pops was a paranoid son of a gun and bought some survival books before and had me read 'em everyday) Crow thought. Next he smothered the fire and walked over to the survivors corpse (This leather chest guard should come in handy).

[Leather Chest Guard]

[Durability- 78%]

[Simple armor doesn't block blades or serrated arrows]

With a satisfied look Crow threw the [Leather Chest Guard] on. With one more glance he walked down the road some more.

***

"Rise my pet!" whispered a grating voice that sounded more like rocks getting crushed, "Rise once more from the ashes and kill your killer" the voice then let out an eerie cackle.

The Survivor that was killed by Crow's [Broken Sword] was raised up by an creepy red glow, the kind that would send shivers down your spine. Then a flash and there the man stood. He seemed perfectly fine except for the wound below his sternum that kept spewing blood.

"Kill" he muttered as he walked off in the direction that Crow had headed off in.

***

A man was left wandering down an abandoned road in a small town that looked like it belonged in some medieval movie. This man was Crow. The gravel shifted and crunched beneath his feet as he walked. He passed shops as he went.

"Shouldn't it be day break by now?" muttered Crow. He felt that he had walked for hours and as he had a poor sense of time he wouldn't know what time it was even in the virtual world. Exhaustion had hit Crow hard, he could barely stand at this point for he had, indeed, walked for hours. To his right was a lone house that was in better shape than the others that lay in ruins around it.

He walked to the door and pushed it open with a loud creaking noise. Crow winced. Someone or some thing must have heard that. Quickly he walked into the doorway lighting his lantern as he went.

Only one word could describe this house. It was shoddy. A set of stairs was towards his Crow's left. he walked down the stairs. When he reached the bottom he saw a familiar figure eating a piece of bread. The eyes where creepy and were glowing in the dark with an eerie golden color.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me" muttered Crow under his breath.