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After everyone had made their way from the congregational seating area, to the rooms in the back, Farah made her way back to her feet, and headed towards the door. However it was locked and she didn't have the key, so she quickly walked to a nearby side-window, pulled back the curtain, and began to try and lift it up.........but the woman quickly stopped and stepped back behind the curtains as she spotted a large group of infected wandering about.
"What is this!? It's like they're more active at night!" she whispered to herself, before sighing and turning around.
It was dark still, but Farah was able to spot the row of pews.......and slowly made her way to one near the front, where she'd take a seat and stare up at the large cross behind the main podium.
This was the last place she felt like staying for the night, but it looked like she had no choice, so she sighed once again, and then slipped out of her boots.
It was only a few seconds or so later, when she went to lay down, that she caught a glimpse of her bloodied hand, & her eyes went wide.
"I cut my hand!?" she wondered, as she quickly began to scan for a cut. But there was none. So she quickly pulled up her sleeves and checked both arms......after finding nothing there, she looked down at her legs, and finally spotted the two-three inch slash on her right thigh, with a trail of blood leading down her leg to where the top of her boots had been - meaning the blood on her hand likely came from the top of her right boot.
"When did this happen?" Farah whispered to herself, as she licked her thumb and began to try and wipe the blood away.
A small area of blood wouldn't wipe off her thigh though, and she cursed under her breath.......quickly correcting herself though as she looked up at the cross.
"I need water to get the rest of this off i guess......well, it'll have to wait until morning, after i've had time to rest and can heal myself." she said to herself, thankful that the cut wasn't that deep, and had stopped bleeding.
Farah would lay down on the Pew and stare at the back of the one in front of her for several minutes.......she hoped that being in the third row of pews would conceal her some in the morning if the others woke before her.
"Maybe i should lay on the floor?" she thought......but before should could fully decide, she fell fast asleep.
Drenched in sweat, and being the first one to awaken, he looked over at his armor that he had haphazardly thrown in the corner of the small room. He decided to wear a light tunic and leather armor instead of his cumbersome steel. He still carried his sword and kite shield with him though. He said not a word to anyone as he left to find the place in his dreams. He knew that some dark secret was revealed to him through them, at least he thought so anyway.
So, pushing open the doors and breathing in the light air and bright sun, he made his way through the town. He walked through the square into the housing district and stopped outside the home he had left aflame late last night. His heart grew heavy with sadness as he looked upon the smoldering embers of his beloved home. Knowing that the women he had left was not the same women when he returned killed him on the inside. He walked away slowly as his mind continued to fill his head with thoughts of her.
He walked a little further to his neighborsā home, which had been nearly untouched by the flames, and knocked heavily on the door. There was no answer from inside, just the light breeze in the air. He tried to open the door but came to find that it had been locked quite securely. He had no idea whether it was to keep something locked up, or to keep someone out.
Knocking again, he heard a rustling around from inside. A slide on the door shot open and he was looking into the light eyes of a scared female. He did not recognize this lady but knew that his neighbors had a young daughter when he left for the war. He assumed it was her as she looked deeply into his eyes, seeming to not trust anyone or anything.
āAre your parents here, Madame? Itās William, from next door. I wanted to be sure you all were safe. Iām trying to find survivors to maybe take refuge at the church.ā William said this, but knew he had more in store for his adventure out in the streets.
āWilliam? Yes, I remember you. Iām Isabella, if you donāt remember.ā said the young lady, now revealing her name to William.
William then spoke with kindness saying, āAh, yes. Isabella, it is nice to see you are safe. May I speak to one of your parents? I need to know what happened here.ā
Isabella grew pale with further mentioning of her parents and then coldly said, āWhen they went to find Marryā¦ Well, in your homeā¦ Theyā¦ They never came back.ā
Williamās heart further filled with sadness for Isabella at the loss of her parents. He looked deeply into her eyes with compassion for her loss and told her to go to the church for protection, and that he would meet her there later in the day. He hoped she would agree to go, but she refused to leave her home. William knew what she was going through and said that heād make sure she was safe and supplied every day.
William further went down the road to each consecutive home, only to find them broken into, or abandoned. He knew that entire families had been in each home and could only imagine how many infected were about, running through the shadows and whatnot. So, he went deeper into the small town, looking for the hidden entrance to the catacombs. He knew he would find answers down there.
He neared the edge of the graveyard and looked on in horror at the amount of graves that were dug before the plague took full effect. He saw mounds of decaying corpses littering the now abandoned field, and make his way through the awful mess, towards the entrance he desired to find. The smell of the rotting carcasses was almost unbearable, but he pushed through it. The sight of dead bodies was nothing new to him, but it still made him feel uneasy and sick.
In the middle of the graveyard, he found a small mausoleum jutting out of the ground in a true medieval sense. It was disturbingly old fashioned and almost eerie to view up close. He opened to heavy door as it creaked loudly. He noticed that the door had been opened recently and felt it weird that someone would lurk in the city of the dead beneath their feet. He hoped that whatever was down there wouldnāt be too much for a knight such as himself to handle.
As he slowly closed the door, he was only warmth by the light of a recently lit candle pathway. He knew that the light wouldnāt be enough to deter the abominations from hiding inside, but might be able to buy him some time if heās caught in a struggle. The visibility inside the catacombs grew to only be feet as William furthered himself down into the long forgotten tunnels that were dug to house the dead in his ancient hometown. He hoped that the others wouldnāt find their way to this ancient dark place, because he knew that the journey ahead would be perilous, if anything.
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When he returned he knelt back beside the bed and uncorked the bottle. He ripped another piece of cloth from his robe and dampened the rag with the wine. When he was done, he took a long gulp from it. "One for the patient, one for the priest." He said as he pressed the rag against her back. She made a visible cringe and made a hissing noise as the rag touched her back. He started rubbing the cloth up and down her back making sure he got all the cuts. When he was done Damion said, "I need you to sit up so I can wrap the bandages." He smiled to show, he meant nothing besides just tending to her wounds.
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Johanne sat up straight, positioning her hands behind her head. She turned her head and began to mumble, refusing to make eye contact with the priest. She had never felt more grateful. Or embarrassed. She was so damn helpless, it hurt. "Thank you so much, sir." she said, gulping. "Any way I could possible repay you, please, don't hesitate to ask." Johanne wanted to reimburse the man. She wanted to reimburse the strangers she met today. She felt obligated to. They've helped her so much within the few hours she knew them. "I thank you so much, sir."
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"This is the best I could do, I'm sorry that there isn't anything better. If you want tomorrow we can go explore the town and find you something a little more fitting." Damion said walking up to her. He needed to change the bedding on his cot. Damion wouldn't allow somebody to sleep in soiled bedding. "Now if you can stand, I wish to make you more comfortable by changing the bedding."
Find the hidden entrance he was looking for, he pushed a sliding rock out of the way which revealed a doorway. He opened the doorway and walked into the dark room. He grabbed a candle from the wall outside for light and then used it to see around the room. He heard a light creaking from behind and slowly began to turn himself around.
To his back he saw a mummified body staring back at him. It was standing eye to him and showed all the signs of an anciently decayed corpse. The mummy unsheathed an ancient looking sword and pointed it in Williamās direction. Jumping back a step, William unsheathed his sword in defense.
The mummy growls and charged William fiercely, but it was no match for Williamās advanced military training and tactics. He managed to break through the mummies guard and stabbed it in the chest. The ancient deadās eye sockets glared back at him as the beast pulled him close and the mummyās sword stabbed into Williams left side, cutting him open. Filled with adrenaline now, William pushed the beast away and hacked through its neck and chopped its head off.
He walked over to the coffin, whilst keeping pressure on his side, and grabbed an ancient book from out of it. He tucked the book away into his other belongings and made his way back to the surface with haste. He knew he didnāt want to come into contact with other creatures that might have been raised from the dead. Finally, he saw the crypt door and pushed his way back out through it.
With blood covering his hands and soaking his clothes, he moved toward the church as quickly as he could. He saw that it was still very early in the day and didnāt know if anyone would be awake yet. He began feeling incredibly weak as he opened up the heavy doors to the church. He walked down the aisles slowly and suddenly collapsed on the floor. He looked under the pews and saw a young women staring back at him.
William weakly said, āHelp me, my wound is pretty bad. Please, I need assistance maāam. If there is anything you can do. Just help meā¦ā William began drifting off between each sentenced he uttered, until he passed out from the immense pain.
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