Gregor walked to the towns gates, wary. Death was in the air. He could feel it. At first, the screams he'd heard could have been passed off as a wild celebration. When he had gotten closer, it was deathly silent, and Gregor's intuition, honed by years of military service, screamed at him to leave something was wrong, very wrong. Gregor ignored it and opened the gates, noting uneasily that there were no guards, which there should have been for a town this size, and the gate was unlocked. The sight that greeted him was indescribable.
"By the Gods..." Gregor breathed as he looked upon the scene.Blood was every, as were the slain. Blood was practically dripping from the walls, and corpses were strewn everywhere, as if someone had slain them then tossed their bodies away. The closest one was a man, lying dead in the street, a few feet away from the gates. Apparently, he made a run for it. Gregor walked over and crouched down next to the corpse, flipping it over to look for the killing wound. What he saw he'd only heard in story books. It looked like two teeth marks on the mans neck, apparently where he had been drained of all of his blood. A vampire? Impossible, those only exist in story books. Gregor berated himself for even thinking the thought.
All the same though, when he got up, he unsheathed his sword, and brought his shield up to the ready position, before heading deeper into the town, his armored foot steps echoing in the emptiness of the town. Whomever had slain these people were not going to kill him. If they tried, they'd be in for a nasty surprise. He was no defenseless civilian to be slain while running. Gregor made his way to the biggest building in sight, what appeared to be the town hall, to get a vantage point of the city to check if there was anywhere where survivors would be holed up.