01-03-2010, 11:37 AM
Zak is strolling towards the nearby Walmart lazily, not used to the sun, and the shining eye made his skin feel hot. His sword was drawn and slung over his shoulder, too large to be wielded constantly, and his sheathe accompanied him in the other hand.
His green eyes darted about, looking for the flesh rotten beasts. His eyes shot to another direction as he heard some talking, however the speech was too far away to hear. His sword lowered, and his sheathe was placed back into his belt.
Zak rushed towards the area and saw a few people, Havok among them.
"Who're you lot, eh?", he said in a very serious and firm tone.
His green eyes darted about, looking for the flesh rotten beasts. His eyes shot to another direction as he heard some talking, however the speech was too far away to hear. His sword lowered, and his sheathe was placed back into his belt.
Zak rushed towards the area and saw a few people, Havok among them.
"Who're you lot, eh?", he said in a very serious and firm tone.