Replying...
Intro. Crickets Pierce through the stiff silence of the night air, thick, suffocating, almost pitch black if not for the lantern carried at your side. A warm glow is cast on the greenery before you, and crimson dyed the soil as you kick a zombified villager into the ground with the heel of your boot, unsheathing your sword from the depths of its throat. Sighing, worn down from this nights efforts against monsters and death, you sheath your sword back into your waistband.

The Knocker

@Evan