James "Logan" Howlett (snikt) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2016-01-11 16:37:00 |
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Logan was just looking for a little bit of peace and quiet. There were still a few remaining zombies roaming around the streets of Grimoire, but it was no where near what it had been in the beginning. It was manageable, a few rambling bodies here and there. Nothing a well-timed attack couldn't take care of. And Logan had done just that, cleared them out when he came across them. Running regular patrols throughout the city to make sure there wasn't anyone getting overrun. He had just made the rounds once more before stopping at the library. There were a few of the undead lingering there, but he dispatched of them quickly before he went inside. He had been out for what had to have been hours, and needed a break. It was quiet, deathly so, and if he wanted to take a nap this would have been the place to do it. He sat down at one of the sturdy wooden chairs, propped his feet on the table in front of him, and slouched in the chair ever so slightly. He took a deep breath, and let his eyes close. He just needed to rest, even if it was just for a minute. |