Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160516065101/@comment-25924729-20160823130004

He moved slowly, cautiously along the blood trail, guided only by the faint flicker of his torch. The dark, claustrophobic atmosphere, coupled with the sense of danger in the air made Dalton tense and on edge. Like a cheap horror movie setting, Dalton almost expected a jumpscare at any moment.

Thump.

He almost dropped the torch in surprise. Heart still pounding, Dalton glanced down at the object he kicked by accident. It was large, vaguely square shaped and had a long protrusion on one side. Though covered in filth and blood, he recognized it easily, and almost vomited at the sight.

It was a body. A severed torso, missing it's head, legs and one arm. It's one remaining limb dangled loosely at the side. A few ragged strips of clothing covered the otherwise naked corpse. "Same guy from last night, the one's who brought Faye to your tavern... Guess she wasn't too happy about losing that fight, and took it out on the poor bugger..." he observed, trying to keep a cool demeanour, despite his growing panic.

Abruptly, a childish squeal broke the silence, echoing eerily in the dark, cramped spaces. Dalton whipped around, just in time to catch a flash of red silk further down the tunnel, before it dissapeared around the corner.

"Oh shit, There she is. Hurry!" he hissed at Ale, immediately breaking into a sprint after Faye.