Player Character (573 Words)

Prying open my tired eyes I blink at the grey roof of the stone carved building I found myself in.

A few strands of scarlet red hair cover my face, but a single strong blow of air pushed them aside.

With slow and stiff movements, I start to get off the ground and out from the rubble covering me.

Once on my feet I pat some dust off my brown tunic and pants before sizing up the dark room in which I found myself in.

Nothing worth of note really, only a single, double sided, oak door seems to lead out of it with no window or even furniture around.

Taking a moment to stretch my limbs and get rid of the stiffness I causally brush some of the scarlet strands behind my ear before walking up to the door with my leather boots.

Touching the wood of the door I was certain that the thing was positively ancient.

Loud creaking resounds through the closed room as the door started to open when I press against it with all my might.

Beyond the door a ruined city bathed in the light of a full moon stretches out far and wide, but what really caught my interest were all the corpses that lay in the streets.

Each of them fatally wounded and some clad in armor or equipped with weapons.

Honestly, I was a bit lost at what to do with myself.

Just awoke in this place with blurred memory and lots of question only to find myself in what seemed to be a mass graveyard full of corpses.

Rolling my shoulders a bit I step out of the door into the city making a bee line for the closest corpse with some valid equipment.

Standing in front of the dead body who had a split open skull that proved splendid view of what it contained, or at least once had contained… probably, I half expected my stomach to turn in disgust or fear but nothing like that happened.

In fact, a certain type of twisted and quite morbid sense of amusement bubbled up in my chest upon inspecting the dead man.

Instead of being turned off by the brutal display of gore I found myself paying more attention to the way he laid on the ground with his legs twisted in what I perceived to be quite to comical way.

Turning my thoughts away from my probably twisted sense of humor I reach down to one of his hands and inspect the leather gloves that he is wearing.

Once it became clear that they were in quite the fine condition I made myself to stripping them off the guy and putting them on my own two hands.

Looting a corpse, I mull over the thought and keeping an inner look out for any emerging feelings of guilt, disgust or any kind of uncomfortableness coming with wearing the armor of a dead person taken from his still and cold body.

A long moment later with no emotional reaction I simply shrug and search for my next target to loot.

While walking around the streets filled with the dead I take in the mysterious and creepy scenery of the ruined city.

Its quite the sight really, most of the buildings are made form the same grey stone and cut into neat bricks that make up walls while a lighter colored kindred made up the streets.