The door was luckily
open. At least that was in their favour. On the other hand, he was now alone in
a city that was fast asleep and didn't even care about a fire. For a moment, he
could swear he heard snoring. It was rather unnerving. He kept looking around
and sometimes up, not willing to get ambushed by anyone.
The gate budged with a
loud crank. It made him jump in the saddle. He was so on edge. Anything would
scare him right now. The anticipation of something was almost as bad as the undead
themselves. With the latter, you at least knew what to expect.
Here, it could be
anything.
The gate stood wide
open. Now for her to get back and ride away from this place. He couldn't wait
to get out of here and to a place that was actually safe.
....But why is she not
coming out of the guardhouse? Has something happened to her? Shouldn't she
scream or make at least some noise? What if the monster dispatched her without
any noise? Maybe he should just run for his life and hope he can make it.
That's rather sensible, right? Selfish, sure, but sensible nonetheless.
He sighed. Who was he
trying to fool? he had to at least try saving her. He got off the horse. Let's
hope it doesn't run off into the wilds. Sword drawn, he approached the
gatehouse door and climbed the stairwell behind it. Not a pleasant task, given
the state of his leg, but he got above the gate, where the mechanism was
located.
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