Audrey/ Nate/ Open
It was a Friday night and the night was still young. Audrey had intentions of the usual: hopping her drunk ass from bar to bark looking for fun or at least something to keep her occupied. She didn’t feel like thinking and in all honesty felt a sort of depression pulling down at her heart. Nothing she’d divulge to her friends and something she’d mask off to her friends. However, tonight she’d regret ever even leaving the Sapphire House.
As she stepped into the commoner’s district, something was wrong. The air was stale and it was difficult to breathe. Her skin had begun to curl as though something eerie was watching her. She hadn’t felt like that since—no, not him again. Not these thoughts of times past. Not now. Up in the sky she had noticed something like a crow, except of further inspection it wasn’t really a crow. Stepping forth a bit a narrowing her eyes, she tried to get a better look at it. A second’s glance was all it took to strike fear in her. Audrey had seen death’s face. She remained frozen for a minute, the Lich not in the least bit interested in her and conducting to his own affairs.
It was the sound of a child’s cry that brought her back. Her fears had to be put aside. Running in the cry’s direction, she cut the corner and found two children—a fallen girl and a boy standing in front of her with a stick trying to keep the Knight away. Alert and ready, she had dashed in front of the child, unsheathing her shuriken and blocking the incoming slice from his sword. “Take your sister and run inside,” she ordered, not bothering to look back.
The boy scrambled to get the girl up and both scampered away as Audrey held off the blade. Her hand had begun to shake from the concentrated strength of the Knight. Leaping back, she took a moment to fully look at the creature. It wasn’t human, and it wasn’t from this time. The armor was aged, and she vaguely recalled it as familiar as though she had heard or had been taught about it long ago. Shaking her head, there wasn’t any time for this. Taking a throwing knife, she threw it at the zombie and only watched as it sank into his neck, seemingly doing no damage.
It must be immune, she thought. Reaching for her back, she felt one scroll and in retrospect she remembered: fire. Gritting her teeth, this wasn’t worth it right now.