133 Fortitude

My foot and hands were covered but my face wasn't safe from the thorns. My armor and protective gears had claw marks all over and my body was definitely not in the best of shapes: I was missing a lot of skin and clothes too. I couldn't believe that I could move around.

The old man was carrying most of my weight but he too was injured. Jowy on the other hand was princess carrying Brenda. His strength was supernatural but I suppose that's the merit of becoming a half-dead. But I never saw his eyes glow red at night. Maybe he wasn't one? But if that were the case then how come Lianne was?

I had questions but no apparent answers.

"What happened last night? I don't remember you being so busted up," I asked.

The old man wasn't that injured this badly last night. Something must have happened afterward.

"Where do you think we were? There weren't any undead but there were goblins, remember?"