After taking a detour by the mountains Keiji made his way back to the gates.
Clothes ripped to shreds from battle, dried up blood edged on his chin and cheek.
Heavy breathing echoing from his dried up and open-wounded lips.
He hadn't gotten any water for most of the trip home, and desired nothing but to take a deep dive into an ocean, or a deep pond whilst drinking his fill.
But alas, here he was, walking one foot in front of the other, a slow and trudging pace, almost resembling that of a weakened zombie that hadn't had any brains for months.
With blurry and weakened eyes he saw in front of him the markings indicating that closeness of the village gates, following the signs he continued walking.
After few moments he neared it, his steps were slowing down even further then before, then as he leaned up to face the majestic gates awaiting in front of him, a brisk wind from behind caught his dreadlocks making them wave upwards like a nest of snakes irking to bite an unsuspecting victim, in a quick set of seconds his eyes closed down, shutting tightly as he fell to the ground. His thoughts carried off to the village, fresh water, delicious noodles, and freshly oven baked bread, just waiting to be chowed down all together.
So there he lay, passport in hand, face in the dusty stone bricked road, not more than maybe a handful of feet from the gates.
What would fate hold in store for him at this point?
[Requesting entrance back into the village]
[Mission Complete]
[Contract Search still ongoing]
Clothes ripped to shreds from battle, dried up blood edged on his chin and cheek.
Heavy breathing echoing from his dried up and open-wounded lips.
He hadn't gotten any water for most of the trip home, and desired nothing but to take a deep dive into an ocean, or a deep pond whilst drinking his fill.
But alas, here he was, walking one foot in front of the other, a slow and trudging pace, almost resembling that of a weakened zombie that hadn't had any brains for months.
With blurry and weakened eyes he saw in front of him the markings indicating that closeness of the village gates, following the signs he continued walking.
After few moments he neared it, his steps were slowing down even further then before, then as he leaned up to face the majestic gates awaiting in front of him, a brisk wind from behind caught his dreadlocks making them wave upwards like a nest of snakes irking to bite an unsuspecting victim, in a quick set of seconds his eyes closed down, shutting tightly as he fell to the ground. His thoughts carried off to the village, fresh water, delicious noodles, and freshly oven baked bread, just waiting to be chowed down all together.
So there he lay, passport in hand, face in the dusty stone bricked road, not more than maybe a handful of feet from the gates.
What would fate hold in store for him at this point?
[Requesting entrance back into the village]
[Mission Complete]
[Contract Search still ongoing]