[center][h2]The Journey Begins[/h2][/center]

[center][h3]~ Liven(?) ~[/h3][/center]

[center][i]Interacted with:[/i] [@Rune_Alchemist][/center]

Nick listened intently on Viorel's explanation. The zombies came gradually but steadily, and soon came an entity that slaughtered the people in each house. A cold shiver went through Nick. He thought he and Elisette would only be dealing with some zombies and a witch.

Speaking of the witch, apparently she was once a resident and... that was pretty much it. Nick would have to ask the survivors for anymore details. As for supplies and armaments, there were some that Nick could use.

Then he was pulled aside by his warrior woman companion.

[quote=Elisette]“...I don’t trust these two. Move into town shortly before things get bad? And what’s with the zombies keeping people in? That seems pretty weird to me. I'll ask around...you uh, stay cute and don't get into trouble, kay? I'll be here so just shout if something jumps ya."[/quote]

Nick let out a heavy sigh. It had been at the back of his mind, that Viorel and Cynthia may not be who they said they were. The village's undead problem only forming a border was also strange. "[color=skyblue]Yeah, we should probably be wary even here. Anyway, I'll continue being cute over here then. I'll come find you if anything comes up.[/color]

Rummaging through the church for equipment, Nick helped himself to a hunting knife whose owner was long gone as well as a torch and a lantern. Nick emptied the lamp of its oil into a flask that was also ownerless. When push comes to shove, Nick would need something to 'shove' with.

Once that was done, Nick noticed the 'maid' Cynthia sweeping the floors of the church. He felt she was someone he would need to meet, seeing her dress in his vision and all, so he approached. "[color=skyblue]Hi there. You're Cynthia, right? I suppose even in dire times like these, things still have to be neat and tidy, no?[/color]"