During his shift he always carried a flask with him. His shifts were at night and in the afternoon. For ten years he hardly saw anything suspicious in the streets of this small town. Tonight he walked on the wall that guarded a portion of the city. It was like every other night he went on patrol at least once a week. The lone watch guard saw nothing really go on at night. However during the day he saw many townsfolk going out, and doing errands, going home or going to work. While on the wall he could only see the outskirts and the surrounding wilderness. Wearing his long guard's coat, rifle on his shoulder, lantern swinging on his belt, and tricorn hat the guard kept a close eye to his right.
Trees covered most of the landscape along the edges of the town's borders. In his mind he wondered if the rest of the town would have those trees cut to make his job easier. He would only have to fire one warning shot at trespassers or at monsters to warn the rest of the town. They were practically right there within earshot of the wall. A close community did serve its purpose in bringing people together, however it also caused trouble. In the bars, taverns, and pubs were all the drunkards, and angry drunks who caused trouble and seldom saw a brawl break out. Thieves, and a few murders were occasional. Dealing with thieves was more prone to happen as it would happen during the day. At night a thief would have to be invisible or know the very schedule of the town guard.
He was halfway to the gate expecting the night to end the same as it always had the previous weeks before. It did not mean he never served his community. Before being a guard he had to serve in the militia who acted as rangers and soldiers who chased away bands of bandits, or savage creatures. For a whole year he had to serve his community keeping tribal creatures from entering the outskirts so farmsteads could grow and expand overtime. He saw the back of another guard who was slowly marching away from the gate. Neither of them changed stride just a steady pace to keep an eye on the wall.
Something lunged from the trees and onto the wall. A shadow of a humanoid leaping from the trees. It caught his attention in a horrified way. After doing this for multiple years and seeing nothing like this made him jumpy. His heart beat faster and faster as he prepared his rifle and approached the area he saw the shadow land. Going at a slower pace allowed the other guard to catch up. He had back up this time and the other guard immediately prepared his own rifle. Together the pair of guards encroached upon the location. Whatever the shadow humanoid was it leapt at them revealing an ugly face, and grotesque hairy body covered in bumps and scars. Both guards fired on the leaping creature. It fell at their feet then got up and swung at them with its huge arms. His back up was thrown over the wall and into a spike that was still left from an old fence. Not hesitating he fired again at this creature. The bullet hit the creature hardly doing anything except slow it down. It growled at him and lunged at him. He fired another round into its belly as it pounced on him. The world went black as it attacked him.
He awoke in a bed to find he was still alive. Although he was alive he was wounded, two of his limbs were in a cast, his ribs felt shattered and his face battered in. Nothing could have saved him from this creature unless they had someone like the heroes of the past and days of legend. His thoughts were a mesh of reality and illusion creating people that were not even there or even existed. A strange looking man in weird clothing spoke to him saying a strange name. Next to him was a child trying to get his attention. In the far corner was a woman trying not to cry when she was talking to the town doctor.
Trees covered most of the landscape along the edges of the town's borders. In his mind he wondered if the rest of the town would have those trees cut to make his job easier. He would only have to fire one warning shot at trespassers or at monsters to warn the rest of the town. They were practically right there within earshot of the wall. A close community did serve its purpose in bringing people together, however it also caused trouble. In the bars, taverns, and pubs were all the drunkards, and angry drunks who caused trouble and seldom saw a brawl break out. Thieves, and a few murders were occasional. Dealing with thieves was more prone to happen as it would happen during the day. At night a thief would have to be invisible or know the very schedule of the town guard.
He was halfway to the gate expecting the night to end the same as it always had the previous weeks before. It did not mean he never served his community. Before being a guard he had to serve in the militia who acted as rangers and soldiers who chased away bands of bandits, or savage creatures. For a whole year he had to serve his community keeping tribal creatures from entering the outskirts so farmsteads could grow and expand overtime. He saw the back of another guard who was slowly marching away from the gate. Neither of them changed stride just a steady pace to keep an eye on the wall.
Something lunged from the trees and onto the wall. A shadow of a humanoid leaping from the trees. It caught his attention in a horrified way. After doing this for multiple years and seeing nothing like this made him jumpy. His heart beat faster and faster as he prepared his rifle and approached the area he saw the shadow land. Going at a slower pace allowed the other guard to catch up. He had back up this time and the other guard immediately prepared his own rifle. Together the pair of guards encroached upon the location. Whatever the shadow humanoid was it leapt at them revealing an ugly face, and grotesque hairy body covered in bumps and scars. Both guards fired on the leaping creature. It fell at their feet then got up and swung at them with its huge arms. His back up was thrown over the wall and into a spike that was still left from an old fence. Not hesitating he fired again at this creature. The bullet hit the creature hardly doing anything except slow it down. It growled at him and lunged at him. He fired another round into its belly as it pounced on him. The world went black as it attacked him.
He awoke in a bed to find he was still alive. Although he was alive he was wounded, two of his limbs were in a cast, his ribs felt shattered and his face battered in. Nothing could have saved him from this creature unless they had someone like the heroes of the past and days of legend. His thoughts were a mesh of reality and illusion creating people that were not even there or even existed. A strange looking man in weird clothing spoke to him saying a strange name. Next to him was a child trying to get his attention. In the far corner was a woman trying not to cry when she was talking to the town doctor.
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