Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, blood spilled and bodies fell with thuds. Heavy footsteps one after another, more gunshots, more blood. All until it was silent.
Heavier footsteps approached each of the bodies, digging through bloody corpses until a blue fire-like thing floated up from them. He grabbed each one from every body. When he finished he stood and walked towards the teleporter that brought him face to face with the demon. He stepped onto it and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.
Except there was nothing, usually Drav, the demon, would teleport him to the next place or take half the souls he collected. But the space was empty, and devoid of anyone.
When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with a new surrounding. Something completely new to him.
Woods, a cabin, a well lit fire. He's used to being in a city with swarms of people. Its head swiveled around, looking for familiarity but it found none.
-> Dark, oppressive, something hung heavy within the air. Dried earth crunched under the other's feet as it walked closer and closer into unfamiliarity.
-> Figures, people, people up ahead. A couple of them. One was taller, very well built in an army uniform. Another was a little smaller, round and soft with a red uniform on. The last one was gray and VERY short, an orange hard hat adorning his head.
-> They were walking, talking, making their way back to... Somehow? Maybe a safehouse? Maybe they knew where the gunslinger was?
