I never thought undead could be useful. I don't know what the imperial family are thinking but I don't want a part in it. I don't feel patient enough for it these days.
I glanced back at the princess who was silently staring at the dagger I gave her intently.
'Didn't Alvin tell her to give up?'
We finally arrived at the town that leads to the borders but there was still no sign of Elton.
We moved to the district's headquarters to see the situation inside.
'It's quiet'
It was too quiet, eerily silent. The same feeling I had when this whole thing started came again. I just had a strong feeling that there were more but we had to find out the situation inside first.
We looked round for a while but it was a dead land.
"Let's split up and look round," I said getting down from Bean to go to one of the buildings.
"Cady," Harold called but I ignored him and went in.
The minute I walked in the smell of the dead became stronger. I held my nose in disgust as I looked round. I could hear a low moan from a distance so I approached it.
'Did Elton get bit here? Or did he clear out the place?'
I grabbed my sword as I approached a door, there was constant knocking and it was annoying.
I grabbed the door and pulled it open, there was nothing there. I sighed and walked in, the loud moans made me rethink my decision. I looked inside the large storage room but there was nothing there.
I walked inside trying to see clearly through the dim lit room. I saw an undead walking around with unstable steps. I drew a dagger and stabbed it before it noticed me. The small wooden door on the other side creaked open and a large horde walked out trying to best the other.
'That was the knocking'
I ran out and shut the door behind me.
I walked round aimlessly for a while but the place was completely empty so I went outside to join the others.
Coming from the entrance was a large horde walking in one after another in uncountable numbers. I turned and ran back upstairs, they followed me but I was faster.
I got to the top floor and looked for an escape before my companions arrived.
'Where did they come from?'
I looked out the window and sighed. I don't want to go through a window again.
I opened a door and ran in. I kept opening doors till I found myself in a large room filled with undead. I turned and ran out quickly making sure to shut the door behind me.
I drew my sword as I went back to my starting point.
"From the top of my head to the tip of my sword," I said and slashed through everything, clearing a path for myself. The numbers were still much and I had to get away from there. I couldn't continue using magic cause I wasn't sure how long I'd be running for.
I ran to the balcony shut the door trying to hold it on my own. I looked back and sighed.
'The things you make me do'
I let go and ran off the balcony, I jumped off without hesitation preparing for impact.
"You are the most suicidal person I know," I heard Harold's voice.
"What are you doing here?" I asked noticing how he held me.
"It's 'Thank you'," he said.
"I was doing just fine," I said pushing him away once my legs touched the floor.
"Do you have a problem with me?" He asked out of the blue.
"Huh?"
"Why are you always angry at me?" He asked.
'Wish I knew'
"I'm not," I said and he shook his head turning to leave. An undead fell directly in front of him and quickly started moving to get to him even after twisting it's neck.
I looked up and watched as it rained undead.
'Wow'
"Let's go," Harold said pulling me by my hand. I pulled my hand away as we ran away, and the weird feeling returned.
That princess got in my head, that's it. Why does he keep coming back? It's annoying but for some reason I'm always expecting it. What is he planning? He's definitely not trustworthy but for some reason I find myself believing in him.
'I hate it'
Ahead of us was a large horde approaching in their unstable pace. We turned but more were behind us and above were more trying to come down, some fell off too.
'We were trapped'
I drew my sword ready to attack.
Harold tsked and looked round as if trying to figure out what to do. It was the first time he's outrightly shown another emotion.
'Not that it matters'
I can just kill everything and everyone in the scene but…
Why do I care what happens to this mage? My goal is finding Elton, what happens to others isn't important, right?
If I let loose a bit I can escape this situation. I can't trust him, he's a mage, I shouldn't save him. Its a good opportunity to end this childishness.
'Do it, don't hesitate. No one matters'
"I can't do anything cause we'd be caught up in it," Harold mused.
We were completely trapped and I didn't feel excited, I felt confused. Should I? Should I not? What is the best cause of action? I shouldn't care, right?
Should I kill him and continue my search? If he finds out it'd be troublesome. No one should know of my power, I can't use it in front of him.
We drew closer to each to avoid the undead that were fast approaching.
The choice was obvious but very hard to make, it was really difficult yet simple.
'This is all your fault'
"From the…" I started deciding to go with what I felt was the best choice in that situation.
"Hey, spineless idiots," I heard a voice I did not expect to hear in that situation.