Travellers
After preparing himself he began to run towards the path that led to the grasslands.
He ran for 2 minutes straught till he found the zombie that was roaming around the area still limping slowly around in circles.
He immediately hid in a nearby wall of a broken house. Catching his breath and thinking of how to kill the maggot zombie he rested with his back on the wall and began coming up with a plan.
"Those figures doesn't seem to be alive... how am i supposed to kill something that's already dead in the first place?" He thought in confusion.
"No it doesn't have to be killed, If it was dead in the first place then it means that i won't be able to kill it... so I'll just have to incapacitate it."
"But... I don't have anything sharp with me... so i can't cut off it's limbs... Wait what if i impale it to the ground using this pole to prevent it from getting up?"
He came up with a plan but after further thinking he rejected the idea of leaving the pole behind.
"No that won't do" he thought.
"I need the pole to defend myself, If another one of those maggot zombie suddenly appear out of nowhere and jump at me i won't have anything to defend myself with."
"But what can i do..." he murmured in anxiety.
Looking around he tried to find something that he could use to incapacitate the maggot zombie.
Standing up he felt the wall that he rested on wobble slightly.
"This... I can use this!" He spoke excitedly.
With him finding something that he could use he immediately began formulating a plan.
"Impale the maggot zombie and push it towards this wobbly wall and impale it to the ground infront of the wall and after that remove the pole from the maggot zombie and stab its elbow and knee and hope that it would cause the maggot zombie to have a hard time standing, and push the wall towards the maggot zombie with all my strength."
After formulating his plan he began to see if there was any mistakes fromt he plan that he had made. He expected the worst from the zombie just incase that it was stronger than he originally thought.
"If the zombie can still stand up after piercing its knees and elbow, I'll just have to hope for the best and run with all my might." He thought with determination.
After he made some countermeasures on the off chance that his plan failed due to his lack of understanding of the maggot zombie.
He walked slowly towards the naggot zombie gripping his rusty pole tightly.
As he approached the zombie slowly he didnt notice a shard of glass on the ground and he stepped on it accidentally breaking it in the process causing a *shatter* noise to be produced and because of that the maggot zombie heard the glass break and suddenly turned its head around 180 degrees in less then a second looked at him directly in the eye with it's empty eye sockets and then screeched loudly after seeing him.
"F*CK" he cursed inwardly.
Even though he had already taken into account that the zombie might be stronger and tougher than it looks he didn't think for a second that it could still let out a loud screech.
Because of the loud screech from the maggot zombie he suddenly became wary and anxious.
"Sh*t because of that maggot zombie screeching very loudly the other maggot zombie must've heard it!"
Running low on time he began to cool his head to avoid making mistakes and began executing his plan.
He ran towards the maggot zombie stabbing it in the chest and pushed it towards the the wobbly wall and impaled it to the ground.
The maggot zombie struggled to break free from being impaled to the ground as it began to screech loudly.
With the zombie maggot impaled to the ground he didn't expect it to be so strong so he couldn't remove the pole that impaled the maggot zombie lest it free's the maggot zombie and begin lunging at him.
"Stay down you undying bastard" he cursed in frustration.
He didn't have enough time to think of solutions so he just stomped it's elbow and knees with all his strength dislocating the rotting joint in the process.
After seeing that it was effective he removed the pole that impaled the zombie and run behind the wobbly wall and pushed it towards the maggot zombie with all his strength.
Fortunately it fell on the maggot zombie and trapped it under the rubble.
Glancing one last look at the maggot zombie
He then picked up his rusty pole and ran towards the grassland hoping not to encounter anymore of those disgusting things.
But alas things are not in his favour as he encountered another maggot zombie around the corner.
The maggot zombie pounced on him catching him offguard as he narrowly avoided it by hair's breath.
He then stepped back gripping the pole tightly and attacking the maggot zombie.
The maggot zombie was surprisingly agile as it jumped and avoided his attacks.
The maggot zombie then pounced once more with it's rotten teeth and sharp black nails. Blocking the bite of the zombie with his pole, he prevented it from taking a bite out of him but as a result the zombie scratched his chest with its long and sharp nails tearing his clothes and leaving a slightly deep wound but not fatal wound on his chest.
"F*ck!" He cursed in pain.
As he began to bleed from the wound the zombie became even more ferocious and wild after smelling blood.
Using his right leg to kick the zombie away from him, he sent the zombie 6 meters away from him but in the process the zombie scratched his leg with it's long and sharm nails ripping his pants and revealing a shallow scratch wound.
Gritting his teeth in pain he then stabbed the zombie that fell on the ground after being stabbed in the heart and followed by that another stab to the head and then another to the belly, arm and legs as he kept stabbing a spot one after another until the zombie's limbs was detached from its body because of the stab wounds tearing away the limbs but he still didn't stop, he seemed to be in a state of frenzy or trance as his mind went blank only trusting his instincts to do the job.
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Only after 2 minutes did he slowly regained his sense of reason and felt a sharp pain in his chest and right leg.
Bearing with the pain he began to run as he bled. He ran and ran and ran until he was out of breath finally getting out of the cursed village.He treated his wounds that he recieved from the zombie's attack to avoid infection and used a cloth from the his backpack as a bandage to stop the bleeding from his chest and leg and soon after patching his wounds crudely he began to walk aimlessly.
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After escaping the village he still didn't stop walking even though he needs rest as he lost alot of blood because of his wounds.
After a while he started to feel weaker as he had a hard time walking straight not to mention run. Using his pole as a crutch he limped towards a dirth path that he found a few moments ago and followed it's direction.
Thankfully the night has passed and the sun was rising so he could see his surrounding slot better than before.
As he limped slowly on the side of the dirt road the fatigue,drowsiness and pain started to kick in as he coughed out blood and passed out and fell face first on the grass near the dirt road.
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Riding a travelling cart with two horses pulling it.
a man in his 50's with a black hair and grey sideburns for his hair and an azure colour for the stern yet gentle looking eye and a body that has muscles bulging through his clothes and a pale brown tan for skintone,
Could be seen drivng the cart with a young female kid as a passenger.
The female passenger was a girl of average height, shoulder length black hair at the back while upfront slightly long hair flowing down to her chest with a bluish tint at the end, deep purple eyes with a petite slender body and pale white skin.
They were riding the cart peacefully till the man with grey sideburns noticed a black haired kid on the sidewalk passed out face first on the grass.
The man with sideburns suddenly said to the the female passenger of the cart to raise her guard up because there is a person passed out on the sidewalk and it maybe a trap set by bandits.
"A person on the sidewalk?" The female passenger asked.
"Overthere" the man with grey sideburns pointed at the kid with black hair passed out on the side of the road face first.
"Gramps i don't know about you, but personally if i was a bandit i wouldn't pretend to sleep by the sidewalk face planted on the ground, not to mention that guy is carrying a backpack and quite a big one aswell."
"Hmm... you're right" the old man agreed.
" he doesn't look like a bandit at all, looks like my little girl is finally using her brains i see." The man with grey sideburn complimented the female passenger with a smile on his face.
"I'm not little anymore gramps!" The female passenger puffed her cheeks and pouted in frustration.
"Hahaha", the man with grey sideburns laughed.
"Although he may not look like a bandit still get your guard up."
"Yes yes," the female passnger replied half-heartedly and prepared a spell.
Walking warily the man with side burns slowly approached the passed out individual and looked at the pale complexion of the individual.
The man with grey sideburns eyes widened in shock as he shouted, "AZALIE! GET THE MEDICAL SUPPLIES RIGHT NOW!"
Surprised by his grandfathers sudden panic and yell she didn't ask why and immediately dispelled the spell that she prepared, took the medical supplies under her seat and ran as fast as she could towards her grandfather.
After inspecting the individual, The oldman noticed that his leg was bleeding alot so he yelled to Azalie to get the medical supplies.
Running to his grandfather Azalie brought the medical supplies with her and handed them to his grandfather. Receiving the medical supplies the oldman removed the backpack from the guy that passed out and set it aside,following that he turned the individual around and made him face the sky.
Turning the individual around he saw the face of the individual. A human male with an estimated age of 13-14 years old and a deathly pale complexion on his face and a blood stained mouth.
Seeing the deathly pale complexion of the kid's face he assumed it was due to bloodloss.
"His complexion is abnormally pale..." he muttered.
"Looking at the bloodied cloth wrapped around his leg where the wound, Im guessing his pale complexion is a result of bloodloss. But his skin is way too pale... the blood coming from his leg sure is alot but it shouldn't be to the point where this guy is deathly pale." He murmured to himself.
After making a guess on the young man's situation he searched for other potential wounds on his body. While inspecting the body for wounds he saw a red piece of clot tightly pressed against his chest to serve as a crudely made bandage under the young man's jacket.
Getting a glimpse of a crimson color on the cloth inside the jacket, he took off the young man's jacket and saw the blood colored cloth that was pressed on the young man's chest.
"Sh*t" he cursed out loud.
Seeing the amount of blood that the cloth absorbed he asummed that there was a deep wound in the young man's chest so he removed the cloth from the young man's chest to clean the wound and wrap it in a bandage. While removing the blood colored cloth he couldn't help but grimace by what he saw. 4 deep claw marks from a sharp nail of a certain beast.
"No this wound isn't from a beast" he murmured while cleaning the young man's wound.
The young man groaned as the old guy cleaned his wound with a disinfectant and wrapped bandages around his wound.
Not caring about the young man groaning in pain because of the disinfectant he continued to analyze the chest wound.
"The claw marks are way too small for a large beast to have done it. The claw marks are also too deep for a small beast to have caused such wound."
After thinking for a while he came up with a possible possibility, this young man might have encountered a ghoul somewhere. Ghouls are known to have sharp and sturdy nails and strong teeth.
But that is not what makes a ghoul a formidable opponent, the ghoul lives in a place where other undeads are present, if you fight a ghoul and don't finish it immediately it will scream outloud attracting nearby ghouls and to add to that ghouls are tough bastards that won't die through normsl methods, you'd need to kill a ghoul with holy magic or completely eradicate them with fire magic. With the former working the best against an undead.
After completely wrapping the wound with a bandage he carried the young man to his cart and layed him on the floor next to his backpack.Then the old man requested to his passenger named Azalie to keep an eye on the passed out young man.
"Azalie keep an eye on that young man and tell me if he wakes up." The oldman requested to Azalie.
"Fine, I'll shout your name gramps if he ever wakes up." Azalie replied in a lazy tone.
And just like that, the cravan continued it's journey. And this is the beginning of the first arc "The Traveller".
A/N: I will be posting the the rest of the chapters after I reach 100 chapters stocked.
See you in 5 months. :)