Exercising
Who: Guts and anyone brave enough!
Where: On the wall and possibly beyond.
When: Late morning, Saturday, until who knows when?
What: When facing monsters, the answer to your problem should be obvious.
It had been a few days since Guts had had any human contact. He had to say, he kind of missed it. Traveling with his ragtag band of misfits back in his own world where everything made its twisted sense had gotten him accustomed to being around people again. Here, though, the people were odd, and there weren't many he was inclined to bother. They could live in relative peace and quiet here, scrounging up food where they can find it, and there was nothing for him to bother them with. His own shelter was set up in the park, and between rabbit, wild dog, and the water source found nearby, he was sitting pretty. The spare weapon he'd been given and that communication thing were both forgotten in a corner since he'd got there.
And after a week of not having his brand flare up, he found himself bored. For the first time in a long time, he'd gone a week without some horrible thing from beyond trying to kill him. That told him these zombies threatening the world weren't all they were cracked up to be, that they weren't some all-consuming, ravening force. They were wild animals banging at the door, and it was time to answer it with steel.
His armor was clean, his sword was polished, and his knives were sharpened. It was time to go up over this wall, see what was on the other side, and start killing it. If every last one of these undead freaks were slaughtered, their purpose for being here would be over, and they could all go home. How many of these monsters could there be? Not an infinite amount, no way. So, with ladder and rope, he climbed the perimeter to survey the land and see what he could see. Once he found these zombies, it was time to rain down hell.
Where: On the wall and possibly beyond.
When: Late morning, Saturday, until who knows when?
What: When facing monsters, the answer to your problem should be obvious.
It had been a few days since Guts had had any human contact. He had to say, he kind of missed it. Traveling with his ragtag band of misfits back in his own world where everything made its twisted sense had gotten him accustomed to being around people again. Here, though, the people were odd, and there weren't many he was inclined to bother. They could live in relative peace and quiet here, scrounging up food where they can find it, and there was nothing for him to bother them with. His own shelter was set up in the park, and between rabbit, wild dog, and the water source found nearby, he was sitting pretty. The spare weapon he'd been given and that communication thing were both forgotten in a corner since he'd got there.
And after a week of not having his brand flare up, he found himself bored. For the first time in a long time, he'd gone a week without some horrible thing from beyond trying to kill him. That told him these zombies threatening the world weren't all they were cracked up to be, that they weren't some all-consuming, ravening force. They were wild animals banging at the door, and it was time to answer it with steel.
His armor was clean, his sword was polished, and his knives were sharpened. It was time to go up over this wall, see what was on the other side, and start killing it. If every last one of these undead freaks were slaughtered, their purpose for being here would be over, and they could all go home. How many of these monsters could there be? Not an infinite amount, no way. So, with ladder and rope, he climbed the perimeter to survey the land and see what he could see. Once he found these zombies, it was time to rain down hell.