The door to his room closed and locked as he stepped outside his room. He met about seven survivors sleeping in the hallway with a bed they had shifted. They were afraid they would be attacked once more, making him chuckle slightly because they were right.
During a moment of crisis when you were fleeing for your life.
From the attack of a stronger beast, you found a place where about fifty chickens were being safely kept, fresh ones, you managed to escape.
Now you're starving, wouldn't you what to check the place once more even though there was the possibility you might die?
Meaning, that there was a huge probability they would come back to visit the company once more.
The saying 'Humans die for riches and birds die for food' wasn't just said on a whim. They would come back and maybe in fewer numbers at first, but it would certainly increase.
Shaking the thought out of his head,
Draziel smirked as he brought out his blades, hiding them behind him.
