After the whole fight with the rabbit, we all returned to the holy order. Beep went to do maintenance on his weapons while Tom went back to guiding his disciples with the terrified rabbit in his arms. Good luck little one, let’s hope you do not reveal yourself.

  The rabbit looked as if its life was over upon reading my thoughts. I do not have to worry about it too much anymore with it being held in check by Tom. It is going to be too busy thinking about surviving rather than planning revenge.

  I forgot to check Beep’s status sheet before he left. I suppose my curiosity would have to wait a while.

  The children wing’s courtyard is abuzz with activity. Children racing about with an every ticking clock over them. The children have formed up in fragile alliances of three to five. Even the most faithful of the kids that would love to take out their competitors have conceded to the fact that they need a group so they can fight higher level monsters safer and more easily. The experience being shared is a downside but it beats solo hunting weak monsters as I have been doing much of the time. I really do need a team though apart from Beep and Tom, I take a wide berth from other people. You can never truly know their intentions until it is often too late. I can only trust Tom and Beep.

  In the distance, I see a silhouette. They looked injured by the fact of their limp. It was probably some kid that got hurt during their hunt or something. I pay no mind to them and return to my barracks not wanting to stay around these murder-happy children. In my barracks, I started to exercise. I have picked up exercise to both train myself out of battle and to burn time. Nothing else to do. I gained a point in strength and stamina for my efforts over these few weeks. Not much but it is progress. Cannot complain about getting stat points without risking life and limb.

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  Feeling a tad fatigued after my workout and the previous hunt, I decided to turn in for the day and fell asleep in my bed since there is almost no chance of them visiting their barracks before curfew. Although they are largely little fuckers, I cannot say they are lazy. Unusual for their age, they are much the opposite. They are workaholics through and through. If you do not work, you will die and no one here wants to die.

  I woke up to the sound of screaming and the clash of metal. Are they fighting out there? I am guessing there was a scuffle between two groups or something. However, the roar of battle continually grew to the point where it was undeniable something major was happening in the courtyard. I pulled myself out of my comfortable nap and got up. Fuck my head hurts. Wish they had headache medicine for us but I imagine they do not stock those for us for the sake of “making us tougher.” Ugh. Although I am a slow starter when it comes to getting up and going, the severity of this headache is unbearable.

  It is only then I realized the purple, suffocating fog that was slowly drifting into my barracks. Putting my hand in it, a sudden feeling of dread engulfed me. Despite it being the first time I encountered this, I knew what it was almost instantly, the shroud of the undead. Anyone who falls in this mist is doomed to become yet another servant of undeath.

  Why are there undead attacking the motherfucking children’s wing of the holy order? Why are there undead on the island in the first place? Something is not quite right about this situation. This should have been intercepted in advance. There is only one thing they love more than fighting imperials, smashing undead to bits. Where the undead first appeared should have been dog-piled on by soldiers. The horde getting here should not be possible, but the battle going on outside contradicted that.

  Deciding it was useless to continue this line of thinking without more information, I grabbed my spear and shield. Standing before the door, I tried to steel myself. These were the monsters that I have heard about all my life as one of the church’s mortal enemies after all. But no guts, no glory I suppose. Slowly reaching out and twisting the doorknob, I opened the door.