[i]collab between Constable Walrus, Kuro, and idlehands[/i]

[i]Mid Morning, Healing House[/i]

It happened so fast, they burned with fever, their wounds festered black and then they died. The girl watched her father writhe in the bed, her small hands gripping his as he foamed and gargled on his last breath. The shouts of the others, took her attention away momentarily as she looked back to where the pale haired healer ran to the aid of a wailing woman. The girl watched in horror as the man stabbed her husband who was sitting up, a miracle after his apparent death. She felt her father reach for her, his clammy hand gripping her wrist with a strength he had not had hours before. She turned, joy flaming in her heart that he was getting better and would not meet the end Tofi had, as long as the crazed seidrmadr stayed away. 

[b]“Fadir, thank the gods, you’re bet-”[/b] her words were cut off as her father sunk his teeth into her neck, hot blood rushing over his blue lips. Her blue eyes registered shock and confusion before they went blank as her father ripped her throat out in his primal hunger. 

Faolan watched the sudden and unexpected violence erupt around him, as men lurched from their beds, groping and seizing at their loved ones who had attended them. He saw a girl get her throat ripped out, another woman her arm nearly ripped from her shoulder as her husband growled and glared with cold dead eyes, filled with that same hunger he had seen in every draugr he had the displeasure of facing. 

[b]“Goddamn them,”[/b] he swore, gripping his spear and looking toward Anndrais and Wilfred as the big man got out of his bed to fetch Tora. 

Tora wanted to scream and run but her body refused to respond. She watched the bloody scene unfold with dull grey eyes, unable to react with the herbal pain medicine still flowing in her body. She turned to see the monk react and felt the hands of the priest lift her out of her bed. Her mouth felt dry and she could not speak as the world swirled around her, red and angry, the stench of pus, death and blood filling her senses. 

Anndrais stood quickly; as he watched the scene, some horror in his eyes; he had seen much in his short time, but this was more than horrid. As Wilfred grasped the small woman he muttered to him, [b]“Be careful with her.”[/b] 

And he stood and went to his bow that was along the wall, and slung an arrow and notched it pulling it back and watching for a clear shot; at this range the arrow would pierce through a body granted it did not hit bone.

Anndrais stood back slightly and watched for a shot; as the corpse gnarled from disease stopped and glared towards them shambling to his feet slowly and he snarled at them his face covered in his own daughters blood; Anndrais let the arrow fly, a swift sound as the string snapped back the barbed arrow flying into the man's forehead and the sharp crack of bone; followed by the draugr body going limp over the corpse of the little girl.

Anndrais quickly notched another and glanced around looking for another shot.