The Cursed Night
The wind howls among the trees, you feel your fingers turn blue with the frostbite; your legs itch as if ants of fire were stung them. You definitely, have to get dressed now.
The voice sarcastically replies in your mind: "Your victims have some clothes that would be about your size. You don't have time to be picky. We are not in New York."
In the end, you find something to wear. A pair of worn and dirty jeans with a sturdy green uncomfortable fabric shirt that fits tightly on your chest and a dry, slightly scorched black leather vest; the only decent clothing is a good quality snakeskin leather boots.
You can't help laughing:
Actually, I look like a third-class brothel cowboy.
You can feel Murray grumpily smirks in your head: "At least you are not going to die of cold, so stop with the complaints, when we find a good target to attack, you will be able to scavenge and find something better."
You analyze the situation, as you try to comb your hair with your fingers: "Hmm, maybe we should stop and look through the remains, the bandits could have something interesting. Maybe, I can save some of my products."
Murray is worried: "It wouldn't be wise, they were running away from something; I wouldn't like to be found in the middle of a pit of half-chewed corpses."
The voice sarcastically replies in your mind: "Your victims have some clothes that would be about your size. You don't have time to be picky. We are not in New York."
In the end, you find something to wear. A pair of worn and dirty jeans with a sturdy green uncomfortable fabric shirt that fits tightly on your chest and a dry, slightly scorched black leather vest; the only decent clothing is a good quality snakeskin leather boots.
You can't help laughing:
Actually, I look like a third-class brothel cowboy.
You can feel Murray grumpily smirks in your head: "At least you are not going to die of cold, so stop with the complaints, when we find a good target to attack, you will be able to scavenge and find something better."
You analyze the situation, as you try to comb your hair with your fingers: "Hmm, maybe we should stop and look through the remains, the bandits could have something interesting. Maybe, I can save some of my products."
Murray is worried: "It wouldn't be wise, they were running away from something; I wouldn't like to be found in the middle of a pit of half-chewed corpses."