Riverside pt2

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"...Where, is he?..." I whisper as I keep scanning around the nearby street, kneeling on the top of the fence wall that was next to the house that we got ambushed from. The house that the fence I was on to my left. Or well, it's messy front yard.

"There's only one body here..." I sigh as I look at the remains of the bowman I shot some time go.

"Where's the fucker that shot Rika..." I narrow my eyes as I keep looking around...

(There is a lot of blood around, so I can't really make out if any of it is his. Hmm, no chance he could run away, his leg got shot. So...)

With a sigh, I get up. Take a few steps back, then dash forward and jump over the alley that separated the two houses, landing inside the yard of the hostile house.

The first thing I noticed, was it had several 'dead' corpses inside. The second was a trail of blood, leading from the wall next to me, and into the house through a full-body-sized window. Said window now closed.

"Hmm..." I silently walk up to the window, glancing inside.

"The trail keeps on inside" I whisper as I open the window, or well, try too. As it ended up being locked.

I groan as I take a step back.

(I can just smash the window, but if there are hostile people still inside, it will warn them. And these guys got the jump on us once. Not happing twice.)

I fold my arms and look around. Then, look up, spotting the open window that I shot the second archer from. The curtains still floating through it.

(That could work...)

I nod and take a few steps back.

The window was obviously too high up to wall run, but. There was a small room that extruded from the first floor a little further to the left, creating a small roof that I 'could' reach.

With a nod, I run up toward the wall of the outer room, and using the lip of the window on the wall, I climb up to the small roof. After that, I dash towards the open window to my right, jumping off the roof, and grabbing the lowers edge of the window.

Though. I might have gone a bit, too fast. As the momentum made my grip slip as I kept going forward.

(Shit!)

I quickly grab one of the flowing curtains and...

-CRRACK-

While the curtain did not rip, the pole it was attached to did not like the newly added weight. Causing it to detach from one side. What followed was that I found myself falling. Before a quick, violent stop. The curtain now slightly ripping from the force...

(Bah! So much about being silent...)

After hanging like a damn monkey on a pendulum for a few seconds, I start climbing up the curtain, finally reaching the window.

Before entering, I throw a quick glance inside. The guy I shot sprawled on the floor, his bow next to him, broken in two. Along with a couple of arrows, a pool of blood under him.

(Empty)

I nod and enter the building. They walk up to the body and check it.

"No pulse. As dead as you get." I whisper as I keep searching. Before turning it over and opening the bag it still had on it.

"...Uhh, nothing of use..." I groan as I glance at the broken bow.

(Did I end up shooting through the bow as well? Oh well, never took bow lessons. What with me being dead broke. I got no idea how to pull it without I dono, passing the arrow right through my thumb by accident.)

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