Open log.
WHO: Fujimoto, Shiro; Open to others!
WHEN: Monday, June 22nd, after nightfall
WHERE: Veles, not terribly far from the housing complexes
FILTER: Open to both guests and “natives”!
WHAT: Poking dead bodies. Okay, well, sort of. Zombies!
NOTES: Dead corpses, violence, language
STATUS: Ongoing
First, deafening explosion days passed, and now sirens … just what could Shiro expect now? He’d work on returning back to the housing complex to meet up with his sons, making it a point to avoid wandering out in the open. He followed along closely to whatever buildings (or remains of buildings, in most cases), until stumbling upon a rather ghastly sight-the torn apart remains of three soldiers. This appeared to be a recent massacre. Oddly enough, these men were armed. Just what could have accomplished such gruesome acts?
These men had no use for their earthly possessions at this point, so Shiro started picking away at any recoverable items. He found a cache of useful items: firearms, ammunition, pocket knives, a working flashlight, a canvas bag and other chattel he could possibly use as bargaining tokens for other things.
… Although Shiro was never on the greatest terms with these people, he set about preparing the bodies for burial-as close he could accomplish at this hour, anyway. He took one of their work shirts, tearing the tough cotton garment into burial wrappings. He couldn’t possibly dig a suitable grave, so he’d simply bind the bodies at the wrists and legs into dignified positions, lining up the four side-by-side neatly-right, this turned out to be four separate corpses! He recovered a tarp-like cloth from nearby, using it as a shroud to cover these corpses completely. Hopefully, the powers which ruled would recover these men. If not, he’d arrange a cremation at some later point.
Of course, even if Shiro made hurried work of this (mostly) righteous act, there was always the possibility of someone-or something-lurking, and watching…
WHEN: Monday, June 22nd, after nightfall
WHERE: Veles, not terribly far from the housing complexes
FILTER: Open to both guests and “natives”!
WHAT: Poking dead bodies. Okay, well, sort of. Zombies!
NOTES: Dead corpses, violence, language
STATUS: Ongoing
First, deafening explosion days passed, and now sirens … just what could Shiro expect now? He’d work on returning back to the housing complex to meet up with his sons, making it a point to avoid wandering out in the open. He followed along closely to whatever buildings (or remains of buildings, in most cases), until stumbling upon a rather ghastly sight-the torn apart remains of three soldiers. This appeared to be a recent massacre. Oddly enough, these men were armed. Just what could have accomplished such gruesome acts?
These men had no use for their earthly possessions at this point, so Shiro started picking away at any recoverable items. He found a cache of useful items: firearms, ammunition, pocket knives, a working flashlight, a canvas bag and other chattel he could possibly use as bargaining tokens for other things.
… Although Shiro was never on the greatest terms with these people, he set about preparing the bodies for burial-as close he could accomplish at this hour, anyway. He took one of their work shirts, tearing the tough cotton garment into burial wrappings. He couldn’t possibly dig a suitable grave, so he’d simply bind the bodies at the wrists and legs into dignified positions, lining up the four side-by-side neatly-right, this turned out to be four separate corpses! He recovered a tarp-like cloth from nearby, using it as a shroud to cover these corpses completely. Hopefully, the powers which ruled would recover these men. If not, he’d arrange a cremation at some later point.
Of course, even if Shiro made hurried work of this (mostly) righteous act, there was always the possibility of someone-or something-lurking, and watching…