Killer Knight

The old mans scream pierced the night. The teenagers had the chubby man pinned to the road by the forest by holding his arms down while his car, which they stole from him, drove and back and forth over his legs. But his scream did not reach his house down the road behind him, which he was leaving in order to find help for his family trapped inside with two zombies who used to be his father and son. The teenagers in there hoodies and armed with every day items all watched and laughed, plus recorded, as he cried and begged to be let go. They did not pay any attention to the 6 foot tall figure lurking in the forest behind them.

He stood there watching with a white abused mask on with two black holes for his eyes to see and brown hair on top. With a katana strapped to his waist, hiking bag on his back, and a big overcoat plus hiking boots as his only apparel. He stood there only watching because he knew he should not interfere with meager beings as those children. As for the old man there was nothing he could do for him because he would bleed out. He decided to go to the mans house and see if there was any supplies.

So he crept slowly passed the teenagers always ready for the night and what it brought.