I decide to explore the snow covered world, curious.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=49396&page=75#749 Author: Wfangel115 Time Posted: 10/24/2018 at 4:30 PM She shakes her head. "Few even remember it existed. But it's abandoned now anyways. I can't fathom anything being done with that dump."

I give a little sigh, before telling the librarian my story. "Well I went into the school, there was a very old man there. He said he was a janitor there. I promise i'm not lying," I tell her, pulling out my phone to show her the gorey photos and the photos of the man.

He leans back and watches the fire, humming lightly to himself.

He offers a wide grin.
"Don't expect it again. Next time I'll let you walk into that field of fun stuff. "

He heads back in the direction he came from.

Ok! Where would you like to start?

Even as you stare at the ground, you can see the well worn path that you often take to wander in the forest. You usually deviate from this usual path at some point, so it's impossible to tell exactly where you could go and where you may end up. You already know the forest fairly well, though. A twig snaps to your right, sharply pulling you from your thoughts. Even though it is a forest, loud sounds such as that are uncommon.

It's eerie. Covered in shades of uncertainty, melancholy, fear, and peace. The thrumming in your chest seems to be the only thing reminding you that you aren't a part of this world. That you are, in fact, very much alive. The snow sometimes seems to act more like a liquid, pulling at your feet, begging you to join it on the ground.

The gory photos are no longer gory, but simply manikins all over the room. The man, however, now that you inspect the pictures, are very thin, frail, and zombie like. Half the face had been rotted over and he was leaning on his broom. The librarian's eyes widen slightly and she looks faint.

"Dear... I... Stay here until after hours and we will talk then. Do not and I mean do NOT show anyone else those photos. It's a dangerous world!"

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=49396&page=77#766 Author: Wfangel115 Time Posted: 11/10/2018 at 9:16 PM Even as you stare at the ground, you can see the well worn path that you often take to wander in the forest. You usually deviate from this usual path at some point, so it's impossible to tell exactly where you could go and where you may end up. You already know the forest fairly well, though. A twig snaps to your right, sharply pulling you from your thoughts. Even though it is a forest, loud sounds such as that are uncommon.

I call out a friendly "hello?" but rest my hand on the small dagger attached to my belt (it's ok to say I have one right?).

Didn't ping, look at post above.