CHAPTER 2 - ESCAPE

Inside a dark forrest, a white ''rabbit'' is chasing an undead in rusty full metal body armor, while he carryies an undead rat skelet on his shoulders.If this wouldn't be such a serious situation, he would probably laugh at that and take it as the beginning of a bad joke.

The Undead is trying to escape it's fate of being eaten ''alive'' by an oversized rabbit, who looks more like an bloodthirsty icebear than it's peaceful counterparts...

His heavy metal boots that are are sinking into the muddy ground of the forrest. His footprints are in turn get absolutly demolished by the heavy paws of the rabbit.

the mud has soiled it's beautiful furr and clothes. It comes closer and closer, our protagonist can hear the sound of it's heavy legs smacking against the ground, The horrofic sound fills the mind of our protagonist with panic. The blood stained snout comes closer and closer, The Giant beast with it's heartless and cruel eyes is just centimeters away from our protagonist and it's tongue drooling from the anticipation of some tasty meat to extinguish it's never ending hunger.

The legs of our protagonist are trying to move faster and faster. His legs are giving everything they can, but he has no chance to escape the raging beast behind him. Thanks to his undead nature he practically has unlimited endurance, he could run for ever and never get tired, the only problem is that he has no chance to outrun the creature as it would catch him before he would escape. As defeatism is slowly overcoming his mind, he hears a sound from his pet, on his right shoulder.

His undead pet turned to look at the beast and is twitching and shaking, growling and rumbling, crackling and rattling. Black and dark foam is streaming out of it's jaw from an unknown source, the jaw is now overfilled with foam. Some of it is dropping on the forrest floor making a hiss like acid as it hits the ground. The rat jumps drom his shoulder right into the face of the rabbit, taking a huge bite on its nose. The rat is bravely sacrifacing its own unlife to save the unlife of his master and with that denies the sadistic pleasure of the beast.

The beast suprised by the sudden turn of events, it's screaming in pain and shaking its head, tryiing to save his nose. The forrest is being filled by the sound of flesh being consumed by the dark foam and the enraged cries of a injured beast. The rat is unable to hold itself and is launched into the air. The beast swipes with at it with it's paw and the undead pet flies like a bullet through the air into a near by lake. The dark foam is still on the snout of the beast and the beast rubs it's head against the mud of a puddle to clean itself. This attack left heavy burnmarks on the face of it's victim. After it was safe the beast looks around in search of its humanoid prey but it was nowhere to be seen.

Our protagonist took this chance offered by his brave companian to escape from this beast, it wasn't the most honorable thing to do, but beggars can't be choosers so he decided to run away.

One could only hear the sound of a raging beast, It's anger risen to unknown hights because it lost it's prey and was humiliated by a mere rat...

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It was as sun starts to go down and was marking the end of the day.

As our protagonist marches through the forrest he stumbles on a small camp. In the middle was a small bonfire, around the fire were 4 men while a fitfth one was tending a horse that pulled a carriage. They wore similar armor that looked related to his. Their armor was pretty clean and in a very good condition, even though they had a few scratches and Dents.

The 4 Men took a good look at our protagonist. Their eyes were full off suspicion, gazing through him, only the melodie of the wind and the cracking of burning wood breaks the silence.

''Who are you, identify yourself!''

Our Protagonist could not understand what they are saying. It was a langauge he never heard before. It was completly alien to him.

A sudden memory floods the mind of our protagonist. One wich clearly didn't was his.

It was like a dream, he was only a bystander. Two men were making a camp in the midlle of nowhere. Their camp was surrounded by a heavy unpassable fog, suddenly a stranger comes through the fog and puts his hands up

'' Can I share this fire with you?''

Then it ends.

Their caution increases, because of his non action. They hands are slowly reaching their hands as the tension fills the air. It was like he was possessed, his lips moved on their own accord and it was like he spoke the language his whole life. Our Protagonist quickly puts his hand up and says that he isn't hostile, in an Language he doesn't understand, but still somehow ''understood'' and could use.

They relax and the tension in the air seemingly dissappeared in matter of seconds.

''Where do you come from? There are no villages around here.'' they took a closer look at the armor and muttered the leader of the group to himself '' this old armor... , next time speak faster, we already thought you were an undead''

He would have to be pretty vague,he thought

The Undead lied in the most vague sense possible , said that he was a traveler hunting for his meal, at least until a beast came and he had to abonmend all of his belongings.

''Let us introduce ourselves, I'm Sinbad, and these are my companions, do you want to stay for the night? We could use a extra guard in this god forsaken forrest''

They invited him to stay at their camp which he gladly accepted.

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Later that night.

Our protagonist was laying on some kind of sleeping bag, they were willing to lend him. He was pretending to be asleep.

From time to time they would throw him a suspicious glimpse, but it seems that they would not try to rob or kill him. This let him relax a bit.

He picked this moment to gather some of his thoughts.

First was the memory issue.

Our undead tried to reach some of the memories, but no matter how hard he ''pulled'', he would get nothing.

It was confusing for him to feel and remember things he never went through.

He was concerned. Since he got this body, every action, he took was a concious one. He was moving manually, but this was clearly outside his control. It was like he was possessed and he didn't like it.

The second issue was his Body.

It clearly wasn't his own.

He always had a embaressing looking birthmark near his crotch. It wasn't there (Wich was something he was pretty happy about.), also old scars weren't there, only the wound wich killed him. It was at the same spot where his wound was ( Wich was strange, since there wasn't a hole in the armor). It seems that the old owner died in that cave. He has to be cautious since people could remember the original owner of this body. His left Hand is also he couldn't show anybody as it seems Undead are seen as a threat. One even joked that he smelled worse than an Undead...

He could also eat. They gave him a bowl of soup they had cooked. It tasted after.. nothing. Nada, no taste here, he couldn't even feel a thing.

He decided to relax ab bit and let his mind wander around to calm down.

The next moment felt like a dream to him.

He was on the ground of a lake.