Zo̱ntanoús Nekroús Prologue

3rd person P.O.V.
Tom walked down the cold dark road, his black hair waved around in the bitter breeze, his eyes as black as night pierced the place.

As he walked, his footsteps echoing loudly around, Tom heard some rustling coming from behind a large steel dust bin. Tom drew his dull, black handgun from its leather holster, and held it causally in the air. Tom kicked aside the bin revealing a little girl about six or seven with light brown hair and black eyes that looked exactly the same as Tom’s.

“Please don’t hurt me!” The girl squeaked as she backed up against the wall of a terrace house.

“Don’t worry I wont.” Tom said in reply holstering his gun.

“Promise?” She responded.

Tom hesitated “Promise.”

The girl smiled and Tom turned around, only to hear another sound, this one was made up of groaning, roaring and mumbling.

“Whats your name?” The girl asked

“Tom, yours?”

“Charlotte.” She replied

“Ok Lottie, I want you to have this - maybe it’ll bring you better luck than it brought me.”

Tom turned around once more, drew his handgun and leaped into battle...

Tom shot two Zo̱ntanoús Nekroús in the head, another in the heart, holstered his gun and brought Charos (a samurai sword made of asimenios silver) into battle. He slashed, stabbed swiped and smashed at them - but they just kept coming. Tom knew he couldn’t defeat them all on his own, then he saw her...

Charlotte had jumped into battle and was slashing at them. But what was most suprising is that the Zo̱ntanoús Nekroús died from her blows, from this Tom knew she was a child of the under world. With this knew found hope Tom bounded into battle once more slicing some Zo̱ntanoús Nekroús in two and decapitating others...