"Oh shit." Charles had pushed to the front of the crowd, wanting to see what everyone was so interested in, and the moment he saw the dead body, his face immediately paled. He wanted to vomit. This...this was [i]disgusting[/i]! Was this really what death was like? He'd always assumed that when people died, it would be peaceful. But this...this was anything but. This was a murder. It couldn't be anything but a murder. Unless...was it an accident? He honestly didn't know.

"Who could have done this?" He repeated what one of the onlookers said, "Obviously someone here bloody did it! Who's the axe belong to, eh? Fess up! There's no point in hiding the truth, it's going to come out sooner or later no matter what!"

"Shut your mouth you damn kid!" One of the onlookers shouted at him, an older man who was trying to prevent his kids from seeing the gruesome scene, "No one's going to up and admit to something so foul!"

"They wouldn't have to if this wretched old town had just listened to me when I said we needed militia soldiers out here!" Charles yelled back, "I told you all that we needed protection, I told you! But none of you listened. And now someone's dead!"

His fist shook at his side. This was yet another reason for him to leave this dinky town. It was apparently easy for murders to happen out in town. And he'd be damned if he were to become the next victim. At least in the militia, he'd know who'd want him dead during battle. He needed to get out of this hell hole as soon as possible.