Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140726175925/@comment-24449631-20140727175539

The Swines of Gilane
Normally a cough isn’t something you’d be afraid of, but recently the slightest cough in a room could set everyone on end.

It wouldn’t be the first time it caused mayhem across the city.

Therefore, in some bizarre way, Kamaal had lost the ability to cough. As if it was commanded by a greater survival instinct.

He considered being falsely accused of being a ‘weeper’ to be a fate worse than being actually having the damned illness.

However it didn’t help the fact that paranoia and strife ran rampant in the streets of Gilane. The city guard, including Kamaal had their hands full.

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“So many dead…”

Kamaal didn’t dignify his colleague’s remark with a response. It was obvious, no need to point it out.

A huge pile of dead bodies lay in the somewhat middle of Gilane’s town square, where once the water pump and fountain trickled with soothing calmness.

“Ugh, If I remain her any longer I’m going to throw up!” Kamaal’s colleague: B’malli felt the need to exclaim.

It was indeed a terrible stench. The bodies had been here for about three days already, and the cart which normally forks them out of town hadn’t shown up yet.

“There’s not much we can do without Mbatu…” Kamaal pointed out. Mbatu was the man responsible of getting the bodies of the street, a quiet man who like Kamaal didn’t wish to talk all too much about the decimation of his native land.

“Well, he’d best hurry up! By the nine I have more important things to do.”

Kamaal seemed annoyed at B’malli’s disrespect for the dead in front of him. Although there was little he could blame him for…

It indeed is a strange feeling when you realise that having a pile of rotting corpses in the middle of the town square is normal to you. This thing had been going for two years after all.

“Tch, like what?” Kamaal ultimately asked the fellow redguard who had placed himself on a stone bench near the disfunct fountain.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Like going to get my morning rations.” B’malli sounded equally annoyed.

<p class="MsoNormal">Kamaal showed a frown.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You know guards get a standard ration. Why the hurry?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hah… You think?” B’malli shook his head slightly. It was obvious he was grinning but with the mask on it wasn’t possible to see his teeth.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Kamaal, are you really that naïve? It’s obvious the supply is going to run dry again. You’re going to have to stockpile if you want to live.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Kamaal remained motionless as he thought it through, keeping his arms crossed as he leaned against the fountain where B’malli was sitting.

<p class="MsoNormal">The flies buzzing over the corpses up ahead seemed to be little ticks of some sort of clock, ticking away his time to an answer. It sort of pushed him to answer.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m sure the city will keep order.” Kamaal finally answered, feeling to need to brush of B’malli’s worrying statement.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah, and who’s going to maintain it? You? By yourself?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Kamaal suddenly received a cold shiver across his back.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hold on… What exactly are you getting at?” He sounded with a deeper voice. Feeling this light conversation over misery had turned into something more serious.

<p class="MsoNormal">B’malli looked at Kamaal with dead serious eyes. He didn’t speak for it was obvious to Kamaal what he meant.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I surely hope you’re not suggesting to…” Kamaal didn’t seem to be able to finish the sentence all that well.

<p class="MsoNormal">B’malli rolled his eyes and quickly went on:

<p class="MsoNormal">“To steal, ya? Well…” His grin disappeared under his mask.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Kamaal couldn’t believe it. Now B’malli, a fellow who also joined the guard the same time he did had also turned into one of those corrupt swines praying on the weak.

<p class="MsoNormal">This disease didn’t only take human lives… But also humanity as a whole.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I can’t let you do that. B’malli…” Kamaal sounded righteous.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Pfft, try and stop me… Me and the other boys from the casern are going to raid the supply registe.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m telling you, you can still join us and have some food too… Perhaps even a sweet or some other treat”

<p class="MsoNormal">Kamaal remained silent.

<p class="MsoNormal">His righteousness malarkey wasn’t going to save him this time.

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