Dearly Departed...
Who: Matthew and Roderich.
When: Wednesday, April 7. Evening.
Where: (Our Village's) People Cemetery
What: Roderich just wants to get home...
Roderich's fingers curled around the plastic grocery bag. Soft April breeze whispered in his ears. He felt a chill down his spine and huddled close to the sidewalk. It was strange for Liberty to be quiet, and Roderich knew that it was because he was leaving the perimeter of the city and venturing into an unknown area that he should not be in. He glanced at his surrounding to make sure that he was not followed by potential muggers. But the street was so empty that Roderich almost wished there was a mugger; someone who could point him back in the right direction.
He had made the mistake of leaving his trusty compass and map at his office, under the notion that he was only going out to purchase a carton of silk milk. It wasn't supposed to take three hours, and it certainly wasn't supposed for him to become lost along the way. He turned the corner and sighed inwardly at the unfamiliar sight.
He paused when he realized that he was outside the gates of the city's cemetery. Another chill shuddered down his spine. He hurried along the way, hoping that he was going somewhere. He took a sharp intake of air when he felt something hard bump into his shoulder.
He looked. There was no one. But he could hear the shuffling of feet.
Roderich swallowed a cry with quiet dignity.
When: Wednesday, April 7. Evening.
Where: (Our Village's) People Cemetery
What: Roderich just wants to get home...
Roderich's fingers curled around the plastic grocery bag. Soft April breeze whispered in his ears. He felt a chill down his spine and huddled close to the sidewalk. It was strange for Liberty to be quiet, and Roderich knew that it was because he was leaving the perimeter of the city and venturing into an unknown area that he should not be in. He glanced at his surrounding to make sure that he was not followed by potential muggers. But the street was so empty that Roderich almost wished there was a mugger; someone who could point him back in the right direction.
He had made the mistake of leaving his trusty compass and map at his office, under the notion that he was only going out to purchase a carton of silk milk. It wasn't supposed to take three hours, and it certainly wasn't supposed for him to become lost along the way. He turned the corner and sighed inwardly at the unfamiliar sight.
He paused when he realized that he was outside the gates of the city's cemetery. Another chill shuddered down his spine. He hurried along the way, hoping that he was going somewhere. He took a sharp intake of air when he felt something hard bump into his shoulder.
He looked. There was no one. But he could hear the shuffling of feet.
Roderich swallowed a cry with quiet dignity.