In a town that was deserted, troops clad in bright yellow armor and armed with spears and halberds, scour it, looking for something… or someone, for a little girl hid within a building, watching and waiting for her opportunity to move.
When two spearmen moved, she moved, dashing out the window and into a building across the road, quickly getting through the door, she softly closed it, looking around for food, she stepped softly, pushing dust away as she advanced through the building. The room was very dust and old, a torn apart couch laid in the corner, chairs smashed on the floor, blade and bullet marks littered the wall, the skeletons lay upon each other, decayed to just bones.
She snuck her way past everything and into the kitchen, dust covered pots and pans, a cedle in the middle of the kitchen with soup still inside, all the vegetables and fruits on the counters was dried and withered, she grabbed them and checked them for mold before putting those that were alright in her bag, she moved over to the meat locker and undid the hatch, immediately closing it as she covered her nose.
The sudden vibrations caused a bottle to fall off the nearby shelf and shatter onto the ground, which made her start running, for any nose alerted the sentries, but she wasn't fast enough as a sentry bust through the door just in time to see her jump out a nearby window “Sentries! Target found! Pursuing!” The sentry said as it chased the girl, destroying a wall in the process.
The girl ran unfortunately for her, more sentries came towards her and she was forced in front of a building with no way to escape as they surrounded her in a semicircle “Target acquired, executing” several sentries advanced towards her, spears pulled back as they prepared to eliminate the girl who cowered in fear.
The sentries were just a few feet from the girl before they all thrusted their spears towards her, she closed her eyes as she crossed her arms
“Hey, you alright?” She heard a voice, slowly she opened one eye, upon doing so she saw heavy duty brown boots with leather in front of her, she opened her other eye and looked up at the man who was wearing them.
The man stood at roughly 7 feet, blue cotton jeans covered his legs with two different chains that hung out of his pocket, one chain linked and the other a double helix, he wore a plain black shirt underneath a puffy white coat, around his waist were two ribbons, one pink and the other purple which lead to his weapon, a 5 foot long katana on his left hip which was wrapped in the same pink and purple ribbons, his hood was pulled up which caused his face to be drenched with darkness other than a lit cigarette that just barely showed his lips if you looked close enough
“wh-what?” she said not hearing his question because of his sudden appearance and the spears which protruded from his chest, dripping blood
“Are you alright?” He asked again, his voice deep and monotone. The girl stared at the weapons, watching them shake as the sentries grunted in frustration as they tried to pull the halberd's heads out “What?” looked down at the blades “Oh, right” he said, grabbing one and snapping the head off, causing one of the sentries to fly backwards a few feet and hit itself with the pole of the halberd
The other sentries upon seeing this let go of their weapons and jumped back to join their comrades, allowing the man to snap the spears off “Wha…? who… are you?”
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The Story of Saint
FantasyThe world has fallen apart and only one man can change that, but he is not a normal man, he is a nephilim