[center][h1][color=008080][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3975961]Draco[/url] || Man vs Zombie[/color][/h1][/center]
[center]For: [@Jin Of Mana] & [@KiraVanhelsing][/center]

Draco walked along the path, the sun seeping its heat down his back. His eagle flew above him, watching, going ahead for a lookout. He was wondering through a dense forest now, lost. He stopped, looking around and punching a tree softly with an angry expression. [color=008080][i]How could I let myself get lost..?[/i][/color] He moved on, going only deeper into the forest, until he had something, a noise that was out of place for this forest. He was behind a tree, watching at the sight.

Draco watched as a man carried a girl, correction, a dead girl, through the forest. He watched and followed from a distance, [color=008080][i]at the very least, maybe following him will get me out of here, I don't want any trouble[/i][/color]. His eagle came flying down and perched on his shoulder, the eagle merely stared at Draco, and that was enough for him. [color=008080][i]So their is a cabin up ahead...[/i][/color] Draco continued stalking the two figures before the man finally started to dig a grave, slowly putting the girl in, and leaving.

Draco decided to wait awhile, he didn't wish to start anything, or start some avenging of some girl. He went to take a step when he witnessed something very odd. The girls arm rose from the grave, he body lay slumped on the side before slowly getting and walking, muttering something. Draco held his hand out, a small purple portal ripped open in the world, causing a low grumble. Draco stuck his hand in and pulled something out, a demonic looking bow. The rift or portal, closed once the bow was taken from it. Draco was annoyed at the whole situation and raised his bow, pulling the string back with no arrow. He flicked his finger slightly, a small flicker of purple and red light appeared very softly, before forming an arrow, cocked and ready to fire. He was close to firing before he saw the man get into a fighting stance, clearly someone who can care of himself. He kept his bow at the ready to help, but decided to leave it alone.