Soul Slave

Am I evil?

Edward flew out of the barnhouse, a green barrier of light surrounded him from the shockwave, crashing into an adjacent building outside. He'd pry himself free from the sandstone and unseathe his runeblade causing it to grow brightly green around the sword. Standing atop a two story house, he'd be staring down at the darkness, flickers of flames around the farmhouse. The unmistakable groan of the infected and screams of others in the distance filled the air, along with the sea air.

He'd spot a group of old men holding wooden boards and hunting knives surrounding the group of kids that were trapped under some rubble. Off to their side were corpses of several young men, Edward shook his head and leaped down landing in front of the rubble; looking closely he'd see that there was a lone brick holding all the rubble from crushing five children.

Looking to the old man holding a cane sword beside him, holding a defensive stance to the impending hordes of undead shambling towards them. "Cover me." Edward nodded at the old man who would do the same, barely being able to see each other except for the flames coming off of the barn they were in not moments before. The smoke burned their eyes, and caused the children and everyone around to cough violently with tears streaming down their face.

Turning to the children in danger, he'd grab the rubble with his left gloved hand where his fingers could fit in the crevice. They were silent underneath as Edward began lifting the structure off of them, tossing it backwards and up the brick wall reinforced with wood would fling away into the distance and crash into the ground.

Five undead approached the formation of old veterans and were quickly put down with blunt force to the skull or knives to the eyes. Then there were fifteen upon them and as they dealt with that twenty more showed, in that time Edward scanned around seeing the mangled bodies of several children. Feeling panic erupt within his chest as he'd finally spotted one child out of eight that was breathing. The one he had spoken to, quickly grabbing him by the collar and lifting him up onto his left shoulder he'd turn to see the old men having their skin peeled from their flesh with bloody teeth.

There was still one who quickly took the infected's attention screaming and hollering waving his arms with such energy Edward was surprised. The horde turned and began stumbling over towards him, some even took on a full sprint, the old man took off towards a dirt pathway that led down towards a pond surrounded with sand and some cacti.

Edward looked around seeing some stragglers he'd begin walking to where he assumed the trade district was before a shambling undead brought their bony fingers out to grab ahold of the knight only to walk right into the tip of the blade up under the chin and appear out of their forehead. Tossing the undead to the side, the souls of all of the lost around him suddenly surged into the runeblade giving him the power to shoot up into the sky and land on top of a rooftop where only one undead attempted to climb like a racoon with rabies. Edward easily dispatched the infected by kicking it's head from it's shoulders into the horde of undead who took it and mindlessly ripped it apart.

Turning on his heel he'd leap off the roof he was on, onto another roof. his armor rattling loudly, though the undead were too busy trying to find a pathway to Edward. Edward would look at the child who was still breathing, gritting his teeth before leaping into an open area that was black with darkness. Bringing his blade up above him the light would intensify as he'd march through the darkness he'd see suddenly six undead in front of him with their backs turned. Turning around instantly they'd all reach out for Edward or the child, at the moment he felt a bit helpless. Slicing down two undead horizontally, causing them to fall to the ground with missing left arms and legs yet still crawled towards him. Five other undead appeared from the darkness, Edward took a step back with his left foot. To feel something grabbing a hold of his right shoulder; tugging him backwards.